How could Mitchel's two bodyguards knock down more than a dozen men?

He was in utter disbelief.

Fear gradually appeared in Jerry's eyes. There was no trace of arrogance in him anymore. His body trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't help wondering what kind of monsters these men in front of him were.

Despite his fear, Jerry managed to ask in a trembling voice, “Who the hell are you?"

Upon hearing this question, Matteo took out an elegant gilded business card and showed it to Jerry.

"He is Mr. Dixon."

Jerry looked at the business card. And when he read the words printed there, he suddenly knelt on the floor.

The Dixon Group was well-known in Ardlens. How could he not know this company?

"I'm... I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I didn't recognize you. Please forgive me. I swear I will never show up in front of you again.

Please spare me this time."

Jeff, who was lying on his stomach and oblivious to Mitchel's identity, groaned and shouted, "Dad! What do you think you're doing?

Why are you kneeling in front of them? I am so ashamed of..."

But before he could finish his words, a crisp slap sound echoed in the room.

It turned out that Jerry slapped Jeff hard to stop the latter from talking.

Jerry roared, "Shut up!"

He was livid, thinking Jeff was such an idiot. How could Jeff not realize what kind of person he had offended?

Jerry glared at Jeff before he turned to Mitchel again and bowed.

Then he said humbly, "Mr. Dixon, I don't know what exactly my son did, but I know it's not good. I apologize to you on his behalf.

Please forgive him. I will do anything to make it up to you. Just tell me what you want, Mr. Dixon."

Mitchel stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, looked at Jerry, and said indifferently, "There's no need to apologize. And you don't need to do anything to compensate. I won't tell you what he did today.