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Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 358

“I’m close. I don’t want to die. Please, I was wrong. Let me go. I can barely breathe.” Woody said with his hoarse voice. He was extremely nervous.

“Now can you smell death?” Maximilian asked with a smile.

Woody felt that Maximilian was like a devil when he smiled.

Because of the fear, a warm stream flowed down his thighs.

“I, I can feel it, the smell of death.” Woody said with his voice cracked. Now he thought it was the most regrettable thing he had ever done.

Maximilian threw Woody beside the car and said with despise, “Such a loser. If you don’t have the power, then you’d better lay it low.”

“I was wrong. I swear I’ll keep it low from now on.” Woody begged as he covered his neck with his hands while wriggling on the ground.

Addison grinned. Though he could not see how miserable Woody must be, he could imagine it.

Maximilian kicked Woody, “Drive now. Don’t waste my time.”

“My hand is broken. I can’t drive.” Woody said with frustration.

He intended to say he wanted to go to hospital, but he decided to shut up.

Maximilian shook his head and opened the safety of the pistol. Then he pointed Woody with it. “I heard that a man’s potential can be fully stimulated when he wants to survive. I’m sure you can drive well under my gun.” Staring at the black hole of the pistol, Woody swore inwardly.

He had seen some mad men, but he had never seen anyone like Maximilian, because a crippled driver might lead to an accident. But he didn’t dare to say what he was thinking. If Maximilian was provoked, he might take a bullet.

Feeling wronged, Woody got into the car with frustration while enduring the pain on his right hand. He used his left hand to start the engine, put the gears and drove away slowly.

“I can only drive like this since I can only use one hand. I don’t dare to drive faster.” Woody said to Maximilian meekly.

Maximilian nodded absently, and then he closed his eyes to rest in the seat.

In the abandoned factory, Aston’s bodyguards had prepared for Maximilian’s arrival. Except the two guards always by Aston’s side, there were other men busing around in case Maximilian would harm their master.

Aston frowned after he had been play with his phone for quite a while, as Woody had not returned.

“What happened to him? It’s been so long. The time he took was enough for him to go there and come back several times!”

“Young master, please don’t worry. Let me make a call.”

The guards dialed Woody’s number, but Woody could not pick his phone since he was using his only functioning hand to drive.

Woody heard his phone ringing, and he kept casting glances at Maximilian, hoping that Maximilian would help him check who the caller was. But he dared not to say it. It was not until the ringing stopped that he felt relieved.

The bodyguard put the pone down with confusion and said with dissatisfaction. “He didn’t answer the phone. Perhaps something happened to him.”

Aston hesitated for a moment and lowered his head to continue playing with his phone. “Let’s not hurry. We just keep waiting. Since Woody’s phone is not dead, then it’s not something serious.”

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