Chapter 1693 : House arrest Abraham Smith
The glass door shattered with a hoot and holler, and the broken glass scattered all over the place.
“Dixon, if I don’t kill you today, my name is not Abraham Smith!”
On the verge of a fierce beating Abraham Smith fists clenched, forehead veins, pointing at Dixon and rushed forward.
At the moment, Dixon is wearing a white shirt, two sleeves pulled up to the elbow, the neck tie is not in a hurry to take off, ready to face the battle.
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“Mud, Dixon, my sister is so fond of you, you do not fear the wrath of God!” Abraham Smith said, while rushing towards Dixon, a hand raised towards his face smashed a fist over.
The punch came to the face, Dixon a side easily dodge, the momentum of the punch, a heavy punch in Abraham Smith’s abdomen.
Perhaps inertia, Abraham Smith body with the punch slightly leaned forward, simply can not avoid Dixon’s fist, finally ate a punch, pain back a few steps, covering the abdomen rubbed.
“Like? Is it like or destroy?”
Dixon raised his hand to unbutton his shirt collar and stepped forward again to fight with Abraham Smith.
The two men punched each other and kicked each other, but in three or five rounds they were both hanging, and neither had the upper hand, and the fight was a draw.
“In order to marry you, she gave up a good future, you do not have a conscience?” Abraham Smith’s eyes were red, and every move he made was aimed at Dixon’s dead center, a deadly move.
Dixon reacted quickly and defended easily, “I warned Larissa not to lay a hand on Sophie, but she made her own death.”
“Don’t forget, you were the one who chased my sister in the first place!”
As he said this, Abraham Smith leapt forward and kicked Dixon in the face.
In the nick of time, Dixon’s body ninety degrees back down, a fierce lift leg, stored up enough force to kick Abraham Smith’s thigh, directly kicked him out of three meters away.
Dixon hand on the ground, a carp stand up, rushed to the ground in front of Abraham Smith, left leg knee directly on Abraham Smith’s chest, one hand lock his neck, dead choke, “Larissa is to blame, I gave her a lot of opportunities, he did not cherish! If you want to stand up for Larissa, you should be prepared for the worst!”
Abraham Smith was just kicked by Dixon’s thighs numb, and a heavy fall, hit the chest almost gasping for breath, the corners of the mouth also spilled crimson blood stains, half a long time can not move, only facial muscles distorted with pain.
“Don’t blame me!” Dixon swung his fist at his face, immediately Abraham Smith blacked out and passed out.
Seeing him pass out, Dixon then stood up, staggered back a few steps, and shouted to the door, “Sergio!”
The assistant guarding the door heard his voice and immediately pushed the door open and walked in, “President Dixon, you … are injured.”
Dixon arm and forehead with obvious blood, blood stained the white shirt, the corner of the mouth also purple piece, look injured not lightly.
He shook his head and pointed to Abraham Smith on the floor, “Lock him up.”
Sergio glanced at the unconscious Abraham Smith and jawed slightly, “Good.” After saying that, he looked at Dixon again, “The brother down there just called and said …”
“Say something!”
Dixon leaned on the desk, smoothly picked up the cigarette on the table in his mouth, lighter lit, took a drag, swallowed the clouds and said.
Sergio, the assistant, nodded and said, “Ziegler knows about Larissa, angry brain hemorrhage, resulting in hemiplegia, now lying in the hospital, unable to move.”
At that time Ziegler coma, Abraham Smith sent him to the hospital to rescue, but not until the results, came to Brody Group to find Dixon, then also do not know Ziegler’s situation.