Hel's words made the big men present feel a chill run down their spines, their skin covered in goosebumps, knowing full well that the man sitting in front of them was the godfather of Birmingham, yet still daring to disrespect and humiliate him like this.
Such a person is either crazy or stupid.
The big men believed that the likelihood of this person being crazy was over ninety percent, but if what these lunatics said was true, then... the enemy was more terrifying and powerful than they had imagined.
Can they really deal with such enemies?
Over a dozen big men began to feel uneasy, exchanging glances as if trying to find some assurance in their companions' eyes.
In the end, their gaze landed on the godfather, Scarlett.
Even after being humiliated by the other party, the godfather's face remained calm, like the undisturbed surface of the sea. "Come here." He suddenly said, pointing at Hel, "Chop off all his fingers for me, one by one, chop them off one by one."
