"You old bastard, you dare hit me, you're going to die a horrible death!"
Megan Roberts was being carried out by people, shouting furiously.
"And you dare curse me!" Old Master Rodriguez's eyes bulged with anger. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward.
Seeing this, Terry Lewis and the others fled even faster. As soon as they were out of the yard, they hurriedly got into the car.
"You old bastard, just you wait. You think you can give the money to that bitch? I'll tell you, no way. I'll make sure you won't get a single penny." Megan Roberts was still shouting.
Then the car started and roared away in haste.
The villagers retreated a bit, watching from afar, whispering among themselves.
"Why hasn't the old man collapsed yet? Isn't it supposed to be his final moment?"
"It's really a strange event!"
Seeing no signs of the old man collapsing, everyone marveled in astonishment.
"Those bastards!"
