Chapter 1735: He Still Dares to Hit Me

Seeing Lucian approach, Jack's rage flared. "Let me warn you," he snarled. "Only I can make the antidote. If you dare do anything rash, don't even think of coming to me for another!"

Before Jack finished speaking, Lucian stood before him and punched him in the abdomen. Jack groaned, doubled over in pain, his hands instinctively clutching his stomach as sweat poured from him.

"W-What are you doing?" Jack gasped, shocked by the unprovoked attack.

Another punch landed on his face before he could fully respond, the taste of blood filling his mouth. Lucian's punches rained down, targeting vital areas. Jack, overwhelmed by pain, could only endure the brutal beating.

"Mr. Farwell! What are you doing? Stop!" Kevin shouted, desperately trying to intervene. But the two bodyguards restrained him. As he struggled, he heard a crash. Jack lay on the table, knocked there by a kick, scattering the objects above him. A distinct shoeprint marred Jack's chest. Kevin ceased his struggle, his spine chilling at the sight of Lucian's ruthlessness; even provoked, Jack was terrifying, but Lucian was far worse.

Jack spat out blood, then erupted into a maniacal laugh. A crazed look filled his eyes. "How dare you hit me! Are you planning to let Roxanne die? I think your feelings for her are… nonexistent! If so, she's better off dead!"

His laughter turned into a coughing fit. He seemed to lose himself in his own frenzy. He'd expected some reaction from Lucian regarding Roxanne, but only his own laughter echoed in the office. His heart sank; the laughter ceased, and he struggled to look at Lucian, whose face was impassive, his eyes cold and indifferent. Lucian seemed almost amused by it all.

Enraged by this indifference, ignoring the pain and Lucian’s cold expression, Jack clawed for the antidote in the drawer. "You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice manic. He released his grip. The glass bottle shattered on the floor, its contents spilling.

A grim satisfaction crossed Jack’s face. "I can only make one bottle at a time. Now that this one's gone, Roxanne will die for sure! Hahaha!"

The next instant, another punch slammed into his stomach, sending him flying from the table, only to collapse back onto it. The physical pain was secondary to the shock. How is it possible? he thought. After hearing that, he still dares to hit me!