"I didn't think you'd dare to come out?"
Wilson looked coldly at Fang Ling, who was three meters away, and his eyes flashed with a touch of ruthlessness.
Fang Ling looked at the three people in front of him, the corners of his mouth hooked into a cold smile and said provocatively, "Why wouldn't I dare to come?"
For her, now they are like ants on a hot pot, between life and death in a constant struggle, that look how to look psychologically comfortable.
When they threw her into the "night" for Rosemary, they had a moment of weakness and let her live that inhumane treatment, and today she will let the four of them on this island, watching the people they love fall slowly in front of them.
"The Young Mr. Grant , didn't think you'd be here today too! You think I don't know it's you just because you've changed your identity?"
"Even if you know, what can you do to me?"
Wilson looked at Fang Ling with disdain, had known that this woman was still unrepentant to this day, should not have let her off so easily.
"Is that so? Then let's bet on it and see who will have the last laugh!"
"Even so, do you think we'll be afraid?"
Growing up in a gunfight, although the matter at hand is a bit tricky, but not completely without the possibility of victory, perhaps the other side does not know that this woman has bought off their internal people, now only know who Fang Ling bought off inside them, then things will be good.
"It's okay, I love to see people killing each other, oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you guys, although this is an island, but there is basically nothing to eat here, and there is ......"
Looking at them, the smile on the corner of Fang Ling's mouth smiled deeper and deeper, a posture of watching a good show.
"Well, the word is out, good luck to you!"
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