His words were cut short by a punch to the face, sending a spray of blood splattering.

Isaac was teetering on the brink of insanity, more unhinged than he had ever been.

Grabbing Jaylen, who lay battered on the floor, he landed another punch.

Jaylen hit the floor once more, his face numb with excruciating pain.

The only sensation that he could perceive was the intensified metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He spat, ejecting something hard.

A bloodied tooth lay on the floor.

He cautiously lifted it, his features creasing into a frown. The blood stain on the corner of his mouth was vividly red. After licking his lips, he lifted his head to meet Isaac's gaze and laughed sarcastically. “What can possibly be redeemed if you beat me to death now? Haha.

Lying on the floor, he continued, “Isaac, you always had the upper hand. Does this mean I finally win?"

Isaac's eyes bore into him, forehead bulging with blue veins straining against the skin.

Alick kicked Jaylen. "Shut up!"

He bent over, attempting to cover Jaylen's mouth. If Jaylen continued to be so defiant, he would undoubtedly be beaten to death.

Isaac stopped Alick.

This was his battle to fight.

Bending down, he seized Jaylen by the hair and dragged him out of the room.

Alick, hoping to mitigate the situation, ordered the hotel's surveillance footage to be deleted.

Once they left the hotel, Isaac put Jaylen into the car and drove to a secluded spot.

Alick drove another car and followed them.

By the time Alick arrived, Jaylen had already been pulled out of the car.

His cries for mercy echoed in the deserted place.

Alick ordered his men to stay back while he watched from a safe distance, making sure no one would get close and notice it.