Mabel Sean gripped her phone tightly, staring at the screen with unblinking eyes.
Watching Mason Raymond get beaten until blood spilled from his mouth made her heart feel like it was being sliced with a blade.
Her face went pale in an instant.
Even her phone-holding hand started shaking.
This scene brought Logan Sean immense satisfaction.
He drew on his cigar and spoke with detachment, "Look, Mason Raymond has become the martial world's shame, and everyone wants him dead."
"Mabel, are you really going to watch him get torn apart by the crowd?"
Mabel's head snapped up.
Her narrowed eyes locked onto Logan Sean without wavering.
"What the hell do you want!" Mabel's voice was ice-cold.
Logan Sean let out a booming laugh, "Want? I don't want anything. Just giving you a heads up."
"Right now, Mason can't threaten anyone or change a damn thing."
"Mabel, just drop that fantasy, haha!"
After spitting out those words, Logan Sean grabbed the phone and walked away.
