In the afternoon, Zavier had his knee bones shattered and limbs broken, and he had just undergone surgery for those injuries. Now, before he could rest and recover, James had thrown him off the second floor.

The bones all over his body were shattered. He was in excruciating pain.

He lay in a pool of blood, motionless.

At that moment, he felt fearful of death.

His teeth chattering, he pleaded in a weak voice, “D-Don’t kill me. I beg you. Give me a chance. I’m rich. I can give you money.”

He was truly afraid of death.

He had never experienced such fear.

The fear of death overwhelmed him.

“S-Save me. Bring me to the hospital.”

Zavier knew he would die if he remained here.

James sat on the flight of stairs and stared at Gavin coldly. He then said, “Zavier’s an idiot. But, why did you join in with his foolish theatrics? Have you gone senile with your age? Though I’ve resigned from my post, I’m still the former commander-in-chief. Even if I’m decommissioned, what makes yo