Chapter 1700

"When my father gets here, I’ll make him wish that he’s better off dead!" With the help of his Concept, he pressed on his wound to stop the blood from flowing out rapidly. At the same time, there was a cold brilliance deep inside Mitchell’s gaze that was about to devour a certain somebody.
"I don’t want to repeat what I said just now." David Bishop’s tone was still very calm, as though he had not just crippled Mitchell’s arm.
The words that appeared to be calm sounded like devilish words in Mitchell’s ears, causing the blood to drain from his face as he immediately replied hastily, "I’ll tell! I’ll tell!"