A hot blow

Ansel's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he gazed at the shop assistant and the policemen who were so quick to judge him.

His smirk grew wider and his voice dripped with malice. "You think you can humiliate me? Or… mock me with your petty tricks?"

The shop assistant's eyes widened in terror, still trying to snap out of the shock.

She couldn't believe she had underestimated Ansel's power. She felt a pang of pity for Chris, who had sent her on this death errand. 'This man must be a powerful heir,' she thought to herself. 'I should have never crossed him.'

On the other hand, the policemen soon realized their mistake and tried to apologize, but Ansel wasn't having it. "Kiss my feet, policemen. We made a bet!" he demanded, his voice cold.

Ansel's cold words made them take a few steps backwards. At first, they wanted to protest, but Ansel's gaze was terrifying and in the end, they knew they had no choice.

If they didn't kiss the man's feet then they would definitely lose their jobs.
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