Chapter 287 No Relation to Our Family

Dylan didn’t take the cigar Mason offered him; instead, he delivered a loud slap across Mason's face. "Slap!" Stunned by the impact, Mason listened as Dylan spoke coldly, "Apologize? You call this an apology? If you want to apologize, you need to kneel!" Without hesitation, at the drop of Dylan's words, Mason dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, The Dylan!" This was Mason's way of dealing with problems. Lacking Dylan's strength, he had to grovel like a dog, letting Dylan vent until he was appeased—a skill that had gotten Mason to where he was today. Mason could be haughty before those weaker than him, but a groveling dog before the powerful. Another slap from Dylan sent Mason tumbling to the ground. "What good does your kneeling do? If you're going to apologize, you need to show some real sincerity! Whoever led the ruckus at my mine should be the one kneeling and apologizing!" Dylan's gaze turned icily to Oliver. "You old fool, thought you were so tough? Let's see if your bones are st