Chapter 108 - the iron-clad verdict
Unable to lose the antidote, Michael Jr. shot forward like an arrow. He stomped his leg hard against the wall, using the momentum to launch himself through the air, delivering a thunderous kick right into Arthur's chest before the briefcase could fall into the blazing sea of fire.
The billionaire was thrown onto the metal floor, clutching his chest in agony. The safe briefcase slid across the floor. Michael Jr. slowly stood up straight, the overwhelming aura of a king radiating intensely, his cold eyes harboring no trace of pity or forgiveness.
"Did you think you could trample on the lives of innocent children without paying the price?" Michael Jr. roared, every word driving like a nail into the space. "We Carters built this empire to protect little lives."
Arthur trembled profusely, continuously backing away and begging for forgiveness in a cowardly manner. However, tolerance is never reserved for devils in human skin. Michael Jr. didn't kill him with his own hands. He had already called for the FBI federal special forces to arrive.
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They would rot in a dark prison for life on charges of the most ruthless bioterrorism. The light of justice had finally conquered the night.
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