The two men in black grasped his hints and quickly handcuffed Mitchel before walking to the windows to check.
After a few seconds, they returned to Lorenzo and reported in a panic, âMr.
Maxwell, bad news.
The cops are outside, lots of them!â
Lorenzoâs brows furrowed tightly.
âNotify the Shadows immediately.
â
The Shadows was the elite team Lorenzo had brought with him.
They were all formidable fighters of the Maxwell family.
âUnderstood.
â
One of the men in black took out a device and called their outside counterparts.
Katie seized this opportunity.
With tears in her eyes, she said desperately, âMr.
Maxwell, you must understand that he doesnât care even if Iâm tortured.
If you really want to relieve your hatred, why donât youâ¦â
She paused before she added viciously, âWhy donât you dig out his child for him to see? Wonât that be more satisfying?â
There was silence in the room.
No one spoke for a moment.
Katieâs vicious suggestion stunned everyone.
Then, Lorenzo smiled sinisterly and responded, âMiss Glyn, your idea coincides perfectly with mine.
â
His malicious laughter was followed by a loud bang.
The hammer in Lorenzoâs hand suddenly fell beside Katieâs foot.
âAh!â Katie screamed, clutching her head.
She still had lingering fear of the sharp pain she had just felt.
At Katieâs timid appearance, Lorenzo couldnât help laughing heartily.
Just then, a faint sneer sounded in the room.
âIt turns out that Lorenzo, the infamous Blood Knight, is just a complete fool.
â
Lorenzo turned around and saw Mitchel with blood on the corner of his mouth glaring at him contemptuously.
Lorenzo stepped forward and said in an unexpected gentle expression, âAre you talking about me?â Along with his amiable tone was a chilling sound of bones cracking.
Katie, watching from behind, saw clearly as Lorenzo effortlessly crushed Mitchelâs kneecap with his bare hands.
Lorenzo used only one hand to break a hard kneecap.
It was such a horrifying display of power.
Mitchel was clearly at a disadvantage at the moment.
But he Looked even more terrifying.
He didnât make any sound.
Even when his kneecap was crushed, he didnât even frown.
Such endurance was something ordinary people did not equip.
The two men confronted each other, and neither was willing to yield.
Coincidentally, Lorenzo was dressed in black while Mitchel was now in a white shirt.
The blood stains on Mitchelâs shirt made them Look like printed flowers.
The two men were in stark contrast.
It was as if the evil and the righteous were in an ultimate showdown.
Lorenzo was surprised by Mitchelâs stoicism.
He murmured, âHmm⦠Such an impressive composure.
But how dare you call me a fool! Are you so eager to die?â
âWhat? Did I say something wrong?â As he spoke, Mitchelâs voice was slightly hoarse, indicating he was affected by his broken kneecap.
It was just that he was exceptionally tolerant of pain.
Although his hands were handcuffed to the pillar behind him, and his kneecap was broken, Mitchel didnât kneel at all.
Instead, he half- bent his intact knee and straightened his back.
He was tenacious, refusing to give in.