Although these words were a little tough, in the eyes of Shawn, they were exceptionally warm.
"Then what should we do next? Where should we put the prisoners?"
But at this time, Shawn could not care so much. Compared with his small injury, the matter of Jack was the most important.
"It's none of your business. I have my own way."
"But you have to get married tomorrow. You don't have time. Let's finish it as soon as possible."
Shawn was really pissed off by this bloke in front of him. He was going to get married tomorrow. Something bad might happen at the wedding. What on earth did he want to do?
"Even if you don't care about yourself, you should think about Lily."
With a cold look in his eyes, Jack looked at the chattering man beside him.
"I've told you. It's none of your business. I have my own way!"
It was obviously a warning. Probably only Shawn could unscrupulously criticize this king like man. If it were anyone else, they would have been scared to death.
Shawn kept silent and lowered his head. After a while, he said "okay" in a low voice and left.
"Transfer all the people in the south suburbs to Y country. Some people will pick you up there."
"Yes, sir!"
The man in black replied respectfully.
Jack stood in the middle of the corpses on the ground, like a Shura with red eyes flying from hell. A bloodthirsty smile was engraved on his face.
All this was within his expectation. Sure enough, he couldn't escape him, and he had prepared everything!
'William, remember, you deserve it!'
On the next morning, before she opened her eyes, she felt many hands touching her face and body.
"Ah!"
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