In the afternoon, Zavier had his knee bones shattered and limbs broken, and he had just undergone surgery for those injuries. Now, before he could rest and recover, James had thrown him off the second floor.

The bones all over his body were shattered. He was in excruciating pain.

He lay in a pool of blood, motionless.

At that moment, he felt fearful of death.

His teeth chattering, he pleaded in a weak voice, “D-Don’t kill me. I beg you. Give me a chance. I’m rich. I can give you money.”