With a bang, Jas Black tossed the glass not too lightly or too heavily onto the ground beside the bed, splashing a bit of water onto Jane Sampson’s hand.
The sudden noise startled the young man who had been leisurely going upstairs. He quickly ran towards the room from which the sound ca.
The room door wasn’t closed, so the young man entered directly after coming upstairs. What he saw was Jas Black standing with a grim face by the fragnts, and Jane Sampson, who had woken up but lacked strength, leaning on the bed with a face full of disgust and disdain.
With a cigarette in hand, Goodyear walked in, flicking ash halfway through, directly letting it fall on the ground, before stamping it out and walking over to Jane Sampson’s side.
"When you’re here, don’t think you’re still so big star! Outside, you’re everyone else’s Goddess Sampson, but I’m telling you, here, your little life is in my hands." The young man made a fist as he gestured with his hand, "If you don’t behave, crushing you would be as easy as squashing an ant."
Saying this, the young man exhaled a mouthful of smoke, reached out and patted Jas Black’s shoulder, "This is my brother who I’ve been through life and death with, you hear? Call him Master Strongman. If it wasn’t for Master Strongman, you wouldn’t even dream of drinking a sip of hot water right now. Let tell you upfront, your life is in my brother’s hands, and whether your future days will be good depends on how pleased he is."
"What exactly do you want? Money, how much, just say it, my family will give it to you," Jane Sampson shouted hoarsely, tears starting to fall one by one.
Jas Black knew in his heart that Jane Sampson was acting, trying to deceive, but seeing her cry again, his heart unexpectedly ached, and he just wanted to wipe her tears away.
However, he retained his rationality and knew that at this mont, he couldn’t make any excessive movents.
"Money? If we want money, there are plenty of ways to get it, you don’t need to worry about whether we have money or not. From now on, you just follow my brother, take good care of him, make him happy, give him two big fat sons, then you can live. If you don’t know what’s good for you and continue putting on airs as a big star, dreaming of escape, I’ll be blunt: under the courtyard tree, who knows how many are buried there, and those flowers bloom so beautifully, another one of you as fertilizer won’t matter."
Jane Sampson kept shaking her head, "Impossible, I’m married, I’m begging you to let go, I’ll give you whatever amount of money you want. With money, you can do anything, even marry another woman, have ten or eight kids."
"Bad luck for you to catch our eye," the young man shrugged, "We know you’re married, didn’t you flaunt it on your Twitter? But from now on, ditch that lousy husband of yours, rember, from here on, my brother, your Master Strongman, is your man."
After finishing, the young man obviously lost patience to continue talking to Jane Sampson. He glanced at the fragnts on the ground, then said to Jas Black, "Brother Strongman, I’m telling you, you can’t spoil this woman. Once you spoil her, she’ll get uppity. If she doesn’t listen, just give her a good beating. Once she feels the pain, she’ll know fear and beco obedient."
Then, the young man forcefully dragged Thomas Strongman out of the room, went downstairs, and called the mute aunt to go upstairs and clean up the room.
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