Looking at the white-haired guy’s rather comical expression, Christopher’s smile widened as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Why? Aren’t you beating me up? I’m standing quite a distance away from crying for my momma and begging for your forgiveness on the ground!”
The baton fell to the ground with a loud thud. The corners of the white-haired guy’s lips continuously twitched as he felt like bursting into tears. With a dark expression on his face, he immediately dropped to his knees before Christopher.
Upon seeing this scene unfolding, Peter and the group of gangsters behind the white-haired guy as well as the cab driver all looked stunned. They looked blankly at the white-haired guy with a dumbfounded expression on their faces.
“Christopher, Mr. Yard, I’m sorry for not recognizing you earlier. I’m an idiot! I must be blind! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have offended you. Please be generous and don’t find fault with me!”
While speaking in a hoarse tone, he slapped his face as he tried to squeeze some tears from his eyes.