Sheffield flashed a wicked grin and didn't seem frightened at all. He fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

"Bro, I'm at the Harvest Road and in deep trouble. Bring some guys with you.”

As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips. He Lit the cigarette and asked, “May I know whom you work for?"

“You don't need that information. All you need to know is that we're about to break one of your legs.

"Huh?' Sheffield flicked the ash from his cigarette and asked, "What did I even do to you?"

“You did nothing to us. But you offended someone you couldn't afford to offend. And now, you'll pay for it. Guys!"

The men rushed towards Sheffield and as they were about to grab him,

Sheffield quickly dodged.

“Guys, even if you wanted to kill me, I would still want to know who I am dealing with. Whom exactly did I offend?"

A middle-aged man walked out of the group and sized Sheffield up before saying, “Our boss has ordered us to break your leg. You hurt his precious daughter while in Dreles.”

‘In Dreles? Whose precious daughter?

A pretty face popped up in his mind.

The wicked smile on his face disappeared. Stubbing out the cigarette, he asked in a serious tone, “How is she now?”

“Not good."

"Not good?' Sheffield fell silent.

His friends arrived soon after.

A dozen cars braked all around them and men stepped out one after another, standing behind Sheffield.

The two sides stood opposite each other in a tense atmosphere. When the men behind Sheffield were about to rush forward to fight, he stopped them.

He Looked at the middle-aged man, lifted the wind coat and showed his long leg. Without any hesitation, he said, “Do it!"

Everyone stood stunned.

The group who had come to break his leg looked at each other before staring at Dixon.

Dixon made a gesture with his hand, asking them to go ahead.

Ten minutes later...

Sheffield's friends carried him into his car; his face was pale as a ghost.

"Take me to the suburbs in the west of the city," he said ina weak voice.