Liam Stone clapped. The TV in the match hall switched on and displayed Shane and Rosalie Naiswell, both tied firmly to their chairs. Shane’s voice was inaudible, and his head was bleeding profusely. It seemed he had been hit by the steel pipes Liam’s underlings were carrying.

“Mr. Naiswell is the senior of the Naiswell family. You dare touch him?” Harvey looked at the TV in disbelief. Wasn’t Liam acting too outrageously? Didn’t he know what kind of man Shane was? If he offended Shane, the entir