"But then again, why do you think the boss has to have this Mr. Meyer's life, now that Wilson is dead, C City will soon be our boss's, what else is there to worry about!"
"Hush ......"
One of the men suddenly covered Wild Eagle's mouth and said, "Don't you want to die, did you forget what the boss said before?"
"Red Wolf, you are too nervous, we are now inside this birdless forest, how can the boss hear us, besides we are not also curious?"
"That's true!"
The man lowered his hand and laughed.
The conversation after that was nothing but about women, and apparently these guys were ordered by the mafia boss to take the life of their young master.
Marks ten fingers tightly clenched, eyes are all appalling killing intent, said: "You few go will they do to me, remember, do not alarm the snake!"
"Yes ......"
Falling sound, several black shadows like ghosts disappeared in place.
"Mr. Williams, how do you feel now?"
Mayme will pound the good herbs on Marcy's wound, last night because of the wound inflammation, coupled with the lack of timely cleaning of the wound, resulting in a high fever does not subside, fortunately, she accompanied her stay a go to the mountains to dig some herbs, so the basic anti-inflammatory, stop bleeding herbs know, otherwise it really do not know how to do it.
"Much better, thanks!"
Because of the high fever, Marcy's mouth is very dry, plus is too much blood loss, the face is more pale, the whole person looks very weak.
"You are fine, you don't even know, last night you are almost scared me to death, your body will be cold for a while and then hot, how I call you should not me, I thought you ......"
Mayme's voice caught in her throat.
"I'm sorry for worrying you!"
Marcy pinched his brow, he always felt as if he had done something else last night, but at the moment how to think about it can not remember.
"What's wrong? Is your head uncomfortable again?"
Seeing this, Mayme hurriedly came up and gently put her small hand on Marcy's forehead. Marcy only felt a tightening in her belly and a rapid stream of warmth crossed.
"I'm fine!"
Pushing Mayme's hand away, Marcy was worried that she might take her in a moment of inability to control herself.
Mayme also seems to feel his strange, the body can not help but back up, Marcy's gaze suddenly fell to her white neck red marks when the face changed slightly.
"Did something happen last night?"
He always felt as if he had an erotic dream last night, and the other side of the dream was very raw, he tried hard to remember, but it was a blur.
"What do you say?"
Raising her eyes to meet her clear, clean eyes, Marcy suddenly had the feeling that she was not human.
"I'm sorry, I'll be responsible for you!"
"Responsible for me?"
The heart is tight, if it really only goes that far he is willing to be responsible for her, she would rather not.
"Mr. Williams, are you sure you really want to be responsible for me?"
"Mayme, will you let me be responsible for you?"
Marcy reached out and gently stroked her delicate face, her milk-like silky skin made him fond of her, and every time he was with her, his heart would be inexplicably warm.
That's why he treasures their time together extraordinarily.
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