Michael was already a grotesque figure. His limbs were broken, and his body was covered in blood. He lay on the ground like a stray dog, mumbling incoherently, "You bastards! I'm the heir of the Roberts family. My father won't let you get away with this. Hahaha! You'll all die soon!"
His injuries had left him delirious, and he kept babbling nonsensically.
"Michael!" Jonathan barked.
Michael started trembling as if he had heard the most terrifying voice. "Jonathan, what are you going to do? Stay away! Stay away!"
He backed away, his face contorted in fear and despair.
"You hit my daughter with your car and almost killed my wife. I told you I wouldn't let you die so easily," Jonathan said. He then instructed a soldier, "Nail him to the wall. Use the best medicine we have. Every time his
