Edwiin Birrell walked up to Martin James and he patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said. "In my eyes, you are just three generations of rich losers. Without your grandfather Morgan Gracie, you are nothing. To tell you the truth, I despise you most."

Martin James looked at Edwiin Birrell gloomily.

"I don't care who you are. Take your dirty hands off my shoulder."

Edwiin Birrell's face darkened. "Boy, how dare you to talk to me like this? I think you are really tired of living."

As Edwiin Birrell spoke, he reached out and jammed Martin James's neck.

Edwiin Birrell's hand was so strong that he flushed the face...