"One man and one woman inside this room beat me up. Hurry up and lock them up in prison." Woody Grayson's voice could be heard once again. He still sounded angry.

When people in the room heard his voice, they all frowned a little.

Henry Armstrong snorted coldly as he gently moved his wrists around. "Bloody hell. He actually dares to come here..."

Right after that, someone pushed the door open.

Woody, whose face was swollen with bruises, stood at the door and pointed arrogantly at Henry and Georgie Clementine inside the room. "You two... Come out. You're both dead! You're definitely going to prison!"

Henry smiled a little, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he calmly drank his tea.

Meanwhile, the other people in the room didn't even bat an eyelid at Woody. They all continued to eat their food.

Each of them seemed to have an aura of power around them.

However, in the next second, when Woody's gaze landed upon Stanley Batton's face with a cold expression, he immediately felt uneasy all over...

Suddenly, the flame of arrogance inside him disappeared completely.

was now a panicked expression upon his

Woody took a step backward. His entire body was trembling. Afterward, he

and woman were actually

mean Woody had

He didn't think he'd bump into someone

knew that he was probably

police officers rushed over to

was a middle-aged, bald guy. As soon as he saw the people seated at the table, he

afford to offend any one

officers looked down, too. Nobody dared

with his hands chucked into his pockets. He walked over to the door and looked at Woody, who was now trembling. After that, he shifted his gaze to the middle-aged, bald

Armstrong... We didn't know it was you... If we had known,

Mr. Horthon.

of the Armstrong family

of shock. In the

"Weren't you very arrogant just now? Why are you

at Henry. "Mr. Armstrong, I'm sorry. I was ignorant. If I had

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