Chapter - 3137

"You wretch!" Fergus's curses rang out loudly. "You're finished, utterly finished! Attack! Take him down now!"

At that moment, the inspection police officers shivered with fear, a cold chill running down their spines.

This man had not only crippled the chief inspector, but now he had shattered Fergus's leg. He was essentially declaring war against the entire Whittaker family. Behind that family lay powerful entities, possibly even armies.

It's over. He's done for.

Despite that thought, none of them dared to step forward.

If Zeke was willing to break Fergus' leg, he certainly wouldn't hesitate to take their lives.

Life was a personal possession, but Fergus' legs belonged to him. Their primary concern was safeguarding their own lives.

Zeke responded with seething anger, "Did you just insult me? Hmph, I absolutely despise being insulted by others."

He advanced another step, and with a swift, brutal motion, he shattered Fergus' other knee.

The room reverberated with Fergus's agonized screams, sending shivers down the spines of all who heard it.

The scene unfolding before her eyes left Francine with a tingling scalp.

Zeke had ignited a massive conflict, and now he was at odds with the Whittaker family. Other than the president and the Great Marshal, no one else in the world could save him.

Now, we're definitely in trouble.

Francine felt utterly helpless, resigned to await the slow march of impending doom.

Zeke regarded Fergus sternly, his voice firm, "Well, do you have anything more to say?"

Fergus' facade of bravado finally crumbled, replaced by genuine fear. He pleaded desperately, "Please, spare my life. I understand my mistake. I... I promise not to trouble Francine again. Everything in the past was my fault. Please, give me a chance."

Desperation drove Fergus to clutch Zeke's leg tightly.

With a swift motion, Zeke shattered Fergus's arm, his voice unyielding, "If you're pleading for mercy, then plead. Why clutch my leg? Don't you realize I'm quite particular about cleanliness?"

´"I..." Fergus stood on the verge of tears, yet none would come.

Zeke's gaze fixated on Fergus's sole remaining functional arm.

Tremors ran through Fergus's body as he immediately shielded his intact limb beneath his body. Losing another hand could. potentially be lethal, the excruciating pain. alone enough to kill him.

Taking a deep breath, Zeke remarked, "I can see your determination to survive is unwavering. I'm beginning to hesitate about ending your life."

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Fergus begged desperately, "I implore you... spare my life. I'll comply with any request you make."

After a brief moment of consideration, Zeke proposed, "Indeed. The Whittaker family has thrived in Eurasia for centuries; they likely possess numerous potent assets. I'm granting you an opportunity now: summon all of the Whittaker family's resources to confront me. If the Whittaker family's formidable forces can contend with me, then perhaps you can survive and even seek retribution. What say you?"

Fergus clenched his teeth and agreed, "All right, all right. I'll return home immediately to call for reinforcement."

However, Zeke shot an impatient glance at him, retorting, "Are you feigning ignorance, or are you genuinely foolish? Do you believe I'd let you leave?"

"How am I to summon reinforcements if I can't leave?"

"That's precisely why I left one hand intact, isn't it? To facilitate your phone calls. Place that call now. If no one arrives within half an hour, I'll be left with no choice but to end your life."

Fergus gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed, "All right, it's a deal!"

With trembling hands, he retrieved his phone and dialed a number. "Save me... Please, save me..."

But before he could finish, Zeke's foot descended, crushing Fergus' last functional hand. “The call is over, this hand of yours serves no purpose now. Allow me to relieve you of it."

Fergus emitted a bone-chilling scream.

He's an absolute lunatic! How ruthless and shameless!

Turning to the inspection police officers, Fergus urgently instructed, "What are you waiting for? Hurry back to the Whittaker family and seek assistance! I just called the butler, and he's unaware of the situation here. You... need to explain everything quickly."

The inspection police officers hesitated, cautiously eyeing Zeke.

Only after receiving Zeke's nod did they finally feel a sense of relief and rush away.

Exiting the main gate, they began to breathe heavily, as if narrowly escaping the jaws of death.