Bang!

Unexpectedly, Jerry picked up his own chair and threw it with all his might at the director who had just spoken.

Who would have ever thought someone like Jerry would do this?

No one!

Even Alex raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

The director who had been hit in the head by the chair immediately bled and bruised. He roared, “Jerry Johnson, have you gone mad?! How dare you use a chair to smash my head? Dillan, avenge me! As long as he doesn’t die, do whatever you wish.”

Dillan was this director’s bodyguard.

Hearing this, Dillan immediately rushed towards Jerry.

However, he, who was rushing halfway, was intercepted quickly by Jerry’s bodyguard.

Crack!

Dillan’s shoulder was twisted. With a sound of crisp crack, his arm was broken on the spot.

It was bent at a strange angle.

Dillan fell to the ground, sweating profusely while writhing in pain, but he didn’t make any sound.

Jerry laughed loudly. “Zane Zeigler, do you think you’re so special? How dare you order your