Chapter 1126

Wyatt's steel-like grip on Quinton's neck was so firm that he could barely breathe. His fat face turned purple, his eyes bulged and his limbs flailed desperately as he struggled to break free. Nevertheless, Wyatt showed no sign of letting go. He held Quinton up as if he was a chick. He even tightened his grip further. Quinton's face had gone blue-black by then. He desperately needed air and felt he was about to suffocate to death. Feeling a mixture of shock and fear, he pleaded with a hoarse voice with all his might, saying, "I… I will give you the assessment card." Wyatt sneered, finally relaxing his grip slightly for Quinton to retrieve the card from his pocket. Only after receiving the card from him did Wyatt fully release him. As if he had been pardoned, Quinton took several deep breaths before his fat face shook with rage. He then pointed at Wyatt and scolded angrily, "Damn it. You're really looking for trouble. Guards, get…" However, before he could finish his sentence, a p