"When did you start working for the Latin gang? Are you not ashamed of yourself, abandoning your morals for money?" Theophilus asked with an icy tone, tightening his grip on Selig's throat, causing him to cry out in pain. His eyes widened, his face showing fear.
"Theophilus, don't go too far! If you harm me, you won't make it out of here today!" Selig warned, both embarrassed and furious.
He could not believe that despite bringing a real gun and several accomplices, he was being overwhelmed by this so-called useless husband.
This time, he had completely lost face in front of his ultimate boss, Hapy.
"I can't make it out of here? Isn't it up to you to answer my questions?"
Before he had even finished speaking, Theophilus delivered a swift knee strike to Selig’s abdomen, causing him to
