A blood-red lump swelled on Mills' forehead, the veins beneath his skin pulsating as if ready to burst at any moment.
Even a light touch made him grimace in pain.
He asked the bartender for some ice, wrapped it in a handkerchief and pressed it against his forehead. The cold sensation slightly alleviated the scorching pain, but his fury only grew stronger.
"Damn yellow-skinned monkey, if you don't cough up twenty million... no, thirty million US Dollars today, I'll skin you alive!"
Before getting out of the car, Mills saw the figure he loathed with a burning hatred—the guy who had beaten him was standing at the street corner.
And his mixed-race, long-legged daughter was affectionately clinging to the guy's arm, stuck together like lovebirds.
Mills was absolutely confident about his daughter's figure.
Long legs and curvaceous body; standing on the street casually could attract countless lustful gazes.
