"Mr. Lennon, I didn't. I..."

Before Flint could finish his sentence, Sean slammed his head on the table.

"What bothers me most is what I've already confirmed.

"Yet you're still trying to get smart and making excuses in front of me."

Sean suddenly grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it down with cold harsh eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Being smashed into things three times in a row, Flint's head got injured, and it started bleeding.

However, Boss Flint, who ruled River City's underworld, dared not move or even struggle.

He endured it quietly.

Kindness could not lead an army, and righteousness could not hold wealth.

However, that did not mean Sean was soft-hearted.

If he was not ruthless, how could he intimidate millions of troops?

"Mr. Lennon, my brothers are here. Save me some face..."

Flint clenched his teeth and swallowed the pain as he said to Sean.

"Face?

"Face isn't given. It's earned. How dare you talk about it in front of me?

"Also, giving face is something pe