Mr. Thompson was so angry that Charlotte hurriedly came forward to hold his arm.
"Grandpa, it's okay, don't get too worked up."
Seeing Mr. Thompson trembling from anger, Charlotte immediately supported his arm and continuously patted his back to help him calm down.
"You little rascal, are you trying to kill me?" Mr. Thompson's chest heaved violently, his originally aged face flushed red with anger.
Jordan was grimacing as he rubbed his lower back.
Just now, although he did not directly face Mr. Thompson's deadly strike, he was still hit squarely in his lower back.
From that blow, Jordan felt like he was almost leaving this beautiful world.
"Do you really need to be so angry? It's not like I've done something terribly wrong!" Jordan said, somewhat baffled.
But clearly Mr. Thompson didn't care about these explanations, showing his refusal both in his expression and in his words.
