Damn it, wasn't Theophilus rumored to be a weak, dependent husband? How could he be so strong!
His ten or so subordinates, all tough and ruthless, had dominated territories for years. How were they so easily defeated by Theophilus?
Richard felt like he had kicked an iron plate.
"You think knowing a bit of martial arts makes you invincible in front of me?" Richard flicked cigar ash, saying: "Dare to cause trouble in my territory, do you want to die!"
After all, he was the King World in this area, no stranger to bloodshed. Even though Theophilus knew how to fight, that didn't scare him.
"Kneel down! Or I'll shoot!"
Richard suddenly pulled out a revolver from under the table, pointing it coldly at Theophilus.
"Not kneeling, huh? You want to die?" Richard said icily: "You think I won't
