At least, Young Master Yammir didn't have that kind of liquidity.
"Your turf? What the hell are you barking about here?"
Before he could see who the client was, Yammir saw Kaiden going hysterical. His eyes flashed with fury, and he stepped forward, grabbed Kaiden, and slapped him twice without a word.
The two slaps were sharp and crisp. Yammir, his eyes filled with rage, was genuinely furious—enough to kill.
Kaiden, weakened by years of alcohol and sex, was no match for Yammir, who had been athletic all his life. Yammir wasn't acting out of desperation—he was deadly serious.
With those slaps, Kaiden fell to the ground, clutching his swollen face. His glasses flew off, leaving him unable to see. The force of the blows was undeniable.
"No, Brother Yammir, believe me, he is such a liar."
Seeing clearly that it was Yammir, Kaiden covered his face and did not dare to get angry. He just pointed at Ryan with a pitiful tone.
