Thump! Thump!

There was a series of dull thumps.

Titus kept punching and kicking Curtis like a machine.

Titus stopped after beating Curtis for several minutes.

Curtis had blood all over his face and body, and he looked awful.

Titus grabbed Curtis by the hair, looked straight into his eyes, and asked coldly, "Curtis, did you ever think this would happen?"

Curtis' eyes were almost rolled back, and he was already on the verge of passing out.

"Alright, you're going to kill him if you continue beating him," Sean said in time.

Titus curled his lip and released his grip on Curtis' hair.

Slap!

Titus slapped Curtis in the face again before turning around.

Curtis, who was almost unconscious, also woke up from the slap.

Titus returned to Sean, picked up a bottle of wine on the table, and poured it onto his hand.

The crimson wine slid through his hand, washing the blood from Titus' hands.

The wine worth tens of thousands of dollars became something Titus used to wash his hands.

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