The four of them all looked at Lorraine Hanson, their gazes like knives.
Especially Morgan Benson, Walter Schmidt, and Bryan White. Their stance made it seem like they wanted to tear him to shreds.
"What do you say we should do?" Bryan White said coldly, "Thanks to you, are you happy now?"
He finally understood what it meant to be unable to wash clean even if you jumped into the Yellow River. This feeling was really...
"S-h-i-t!" Bryan White couldn't help but curse in a low voice, then pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, standing by the roadside and taking deep drags.
The streetlights outside were bright, casting light on the man's sharply defined features, making him look especially handsome and cold. His face was a shade of iron blue, coupled with a gaze that could kill, making people shiver at the sight.
