“Run? Why should I do that? Do you think you'll be able to bring me away with a few hooligans like them? Don't underestimate me, Tommy,” Jonathan said as he took a glance at the man.
Upon hearing the former's words, Tommy stared coldly at him and said, “You better surrender now, Jonathan. It'd be bad if you get hurt. I'm sure you don't want to end up getting your arms and legs broken like Troy, do you?”
“That's enough, Tommy. Stop with the act now. If you can really break my arms and legs, would you really still be standing here talking to me? I'm sure you won't be able to sleep peacefully if I'm alive, isn't that right?” Jonathan sneered.
“It seems like you're the one who knows me best. It's too bad that your grandpa wants me to cripple you instead of taking your life. Do you think you can live past tonight otherwise?” Tommy said, too lazy to put up a pretense any further.
He didn't want to speak to Jonathan any further as he ordered right after that, “Move. Beat him all you want if he resists even a little. Do whatever you want with him as long as he's still breathing in the end.”