Chapter 567

I saw Jeremiah staring unblinkingly at Mr. Hillfieger as he screamed and struggled. He was steady as a mountain and did not even lift his hand or foot a little. There was even a hint of excitement on his face. I shivered as I thought that he might actually have a thing for this sort of stuff. Mr. Hillfieger's friends stood frozen as they watched him get tortured by a younger man, and not a single one of them dared to step forward. After pressing the cigarette, Jeremiah patted Mr. Hillfieger's swollen, pig-like face. "So? Do you still think I should be the one left with nothing but my underwear?" Mr. Hillfieger wheezed for air, but he couldn't manage a single word. Jeremiah glanced around at the nervous onlookers, then crooked his finger. "Anyone else wants to try?" Just then, the club manager arrived with security in tow. Wiping sweat from his brow, he started pleading, "Sir, you can't be fighting here." He didn't recognize Jeremiah and assumed he was just another well-dressed g