With a cigarette in his hand and sunglasses on, a young man got off the car and heard Grant's voice. His legs went weak and he knelt down right away. He looked at Grant, mouth agape, big enough to fit an apple in. He took off his sunglasses and it was Ivan, whom he had met in the villa area before.
"Moo...Grant," Ivan said, how could he forget this name?
After seeing Grant's face, he completely collapsed on the ground and hit his head hard on the ground. Grant looked at Ivan, smiled faintly, and continued, "I am Grant. These gentlemen here, are you going to cut off my left hand or my right hand?"
"Cousin, it's this guy! He's still so arrogant when he sees you, let me take care of him!" The man waving the crowbar hadn't seen the situation clearly yet, pointing at Grant and saying fiercely.
Ivan suddenly stood up and slapped the crowbar man hard in the face.
Bang!
