Chapter 182
Isaac slapped Wilson again. Blood spurted from Wilson's nose as he fell onto the bed.

"Since it's your territory, everyone here should know you well, Mr. Kenne!" Isaac chuckled.

Wilson's hair stood on end when he saw Isaac's smile. He was fearful. "Wh—what do you want? You'd better think thrice before you do anything, Isaac—"

Isaac slapped him again.

"Shut up!"

Wilson almost blacked out from the third slap. There was a sudden pain on his scalp as Isaac tugged his hair.

Isaac dragged Wilson along by his hair all the way to the living room. He found a piece of cardboard and a pen and thrust them in front of Wilson.

"Write 'I am Wilson Kenne and I am a son of a bitch.'"

"Over my dead body! Ouch!" Wilson screamed.

Isaac treaded on Wilson's ankle and pressed down harder.

Wilson cried out for mercy, "Okay! Okay! I'll write it. Let me go!"

Under pressure, Wilson wrote what was asked of him in horrible writing.

Then, Isaac made Wilson take the cardboard as he dragged him out.

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