"Zachary Armstrong! Put me down quickly! Cough, cough..." The sleazy man continued to struggle, his face full of panic, completely losing the mysterious demeanor he had with Marilyn Carter, now looking utterly disheveled.
"Is it fun?" Zachary Armstrong said with a smile, not showing the slightest concern for the man, instead treating it as a very amusing game. The walking stick in his hand swayed, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west, and then Toni Armstrong could be seen hanging on the walking stick, swinging back and forth like a flag.
At this moment, Toni Armstrong was almost in tears; the walking stick passed through his shirt collar, pressing near his throat. He was really worried that if he was not careful, the walking stick would press directly on his throat, ending his life.
Don't say he's timid; he absolutely believes that the man in front of him could do it!
"I don't want to play anymore... don't play anymore... stop, there'll be a fatality."
