Chapter 267 The Best Night Ever

Swoosh!
A powerful swirl sounded.
Patrick did not move nor dodge.
However, Jack's fist stopped in front of him.
Then, it slowly dropped.
Jack's face was as cold as ice, and his deep eyes were churning with monstrous hostility.
"Why don't you hit me?"
Patrick smiled bitterly, incomparably sad, "I deserve to be beaten."
If the other were to see it, they would drop their jaws.
Patrick was the head of the Hughes family, the head of the world's wealth, yet...