Fred Goliath, however, didn’t care at all. He even teased Daya Stoermer when he saw her. “Daya! Speak of the devil. Come here. You’ve gotten into huge trouble this time. How much do you think you’ll have to pay the company back? Selling yourself won’t be enough! Which is why I have an idea. If you undress completely and lie on this table, the company will protect you. What do you think of my suggestion?” Fred asked.

“It’s nonsense!” Kazim Stoermer walked toward Fred one step at a time.

Fred finally reminded himself to look at Kazim. He then noticed how Kazim’s gaze made him feel very uncomfortable. It was as if he was looking at a dead person.

“Who the hell are you? Who let you in? Get out!” Fred exclaimed.

As soon as he finished, Kazim grabbed Fred by his wrist.

“D*mn! You old bugger. Why did you grab my hand?” Fred yelled angrily.

Crack!

Kazim exerted very little force, but Fred’s wrist was snapped apart.

“Ouch!!!” Fred cried out in pain. “My hand, my hand… It’s broken! Ahhh!