Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James) novel Chapter 957

Several people tried to fight back, but they couldn't even last a minute. The hall quickly filled with their agonizing screams.

"Mercy! Mercy!"

The greasy guy leading them was pinned to the ground, desperately lifting his head, only to see Colby standing over him. His face turned as white as a sheet.

"Colby... Colby, please, have mercy!"

Colby pressed his leather boot against the greasy guy's face and looked around coldly. "You from the West Dock?"

"Yes, yes, it's me! Have mercy, Colby!"

"And that hand—did it touch my wife?"

"Wife?"

The greasy guy's face contorted in terror as he realized the woman he had harassed was Mrs. Costello. Quickly, he noticed Colby holding Sophie, the woman he had just tried to hit on.

"No, no! I didn’t get the chance to…"

Before he could finish, a menacing glare from Colby made him shut up.

Colby, in a calm voice, ordered, "Take him away and slap him until he can't speak."

"Yes, sir!"

His men quickly dragged the greasy guy away.

Sophie pointed at the blonde who had reached out to Sandy earlier. "Bring him over. Let Ms. Sandy deal with him."

"Yes!"

Colby's men promptly brought the blonde man to Sandy. He trembled all over when he saw her.

Sophie grinned at Sandy. "Ms. Sandy, didn’t you say you wanted to chop off his hand? Here’s a knife, just for you."

Seeing the dagger Sophie had, Angelo panicked. "You had a knife! Why didn’t you pull it out earlier?"

"What?! You followed me?"

Angelo's eyes widened. "How did you follow me?"

"GPS. I installed it in your car. It even has a live recording feature. Impressive, right?" Sandy boasted, looking smug.

Angelo felt like slapping his forehead. "GPS? And live recording? I'm not your boyfriend; why are you spying on me!"

Sandy blurted out, "You sneaking around to Devonport—there's got to be something up. I was just curious!"

Sophie immediately latched onto that. "Oh? Mr. Costello came to Devonport on the sly?"

"I…"

Seeing Sophie’s suspicious look, Angelo started sweating buckets.

James! Save me! I can't hold on!