Chapter 168: So You Want To Fight?

    "Sir, Mrs. Blair is safe at home." One couldn't tell that Sean's look changed much. Without Sophia and Catherine, Sean didn't have anyone to think about while engaging in the fight. "Sean, do you want to stay and see this? How surprised am I that we share the same hobby?" Harlan had a glass of red wine. It was crimson and unpleasant as the blood on the ground. "I'm not like you." Sean wasn't into bloody stuff. However, he would resort to means ten times cruelest if it involved his limit. He wasn't interested in the gross flesh-cutting scene in case his eyes were spoiled. "Oh? What's the difference?" "I'm not interested in this." "Sean, you don't strike me as a merciful person." "But, Sean, if you want to keep him alive, you have to play by my rules." Sean pulled a chair and sat down, "Money is not a problem." "I know you're wealthy. And me too. But Tom has to pay me what he owes. It's how things work." Gambling was a lucrative business. Harlan was a filthy rich man, and he made mon