Chapter 945

Chapter 945:

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The two men in black took his hints and quickly handcuffed Mitchel before heading to the windows to check.

After a few seconds, they returned to Lorenzo and reported, terrified: "Mr. Maxwell, bad news. The police are out, many of them!

Lorenzo's eyebrows furrowed tightly. "Notify the Shadows immediately."

The Shadows were the elite team that Lorenzo had brought with him. All of them were formidable fighters of the Maxwell family.

"Understood."

One of the men in black took out a device and called his counterparts outside.

Katie jumped at the chance. With tears in her eyes, she said desperately: “Mr. Maxwell, you must understand that you don't care if they torture me. If you really want to relieve your hatred, why not…”

He paused before adding wickedly, “Why don't you dig up your son so I can see? Wouldn't that be more satisfying?

There was silence in the room. No one spoke for a moment. Katie's ruthless suggestion left everyone stunned.

Lorenzo then smiled sinisterly and replied, “Miss Glyn, your idea coincides perfectly with mine.”

His malicious laugh was followed by a loud crash. The hammer in Lorenzo's hand suddenly fell next to Katie's foot.

“Ah!” Katie screamed, clutching her head. He was still lingeringly afraid of the sharp pain he had just felt.

At Katie's shy appearance, Lorenzo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Just then, a slight sneer sounded in the room. "It turns out that Lorenzo, the infamous Blood Knight, is a complete idiot."

Lorenzo turned around and saw Mitchel with blood on the corner of his mouth looking at him contemptuously.

Lorenzo stepped forward and said with an unexpectedly kind expression: "Are you talking about me?" Along with his gentle tone came a chilling crunching of bones.

Katie, who was watching from behind, clearly saw Lorenzo effortlessly crushing Mitchel's kneecap with his bare hands.

Lorenzo used a single hand to break a hard kneecap. It was such a horrifying display of power.

Mitchel was clearly at a disadvantage at that point. But it seemed even more terrifying. He didn't make any noise. Even when his kneecap was crushed, he didn't even frown. Such resistance was something that ordinary people did not equip.

The two men faced each other, and neither was willing to give in.

Coincidentally, Lorenzo was dressed in black, while Mitchel was now wearing a white shirt. The blood stains on Mitchel's shirt made them look like printed flowers. The two men stood in stark contrast. It was as if evil and righteous were in a definitive confrontation.

Lorenzo was surprised by Mitchel's stoicism. He murmured, “What impressive composure. But how dare you call me a fool? Do you want to die so badly?

"That? Have I said something wrong? While speaking, Mitchel's voice was slightly hoarse, indicating that he was affected by his broken kneecap. It's just that he was exceptionally tolerant of pain.

Even though his hands were handcuffed to the pillar behind him and his kneecap was broken, Mitchel did not kneel. Instead, he half-bent his intact knee and straightened his back. He was tenacious, he refused to give in.

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