Charlie River spoke and turned to leave.
"Stop!"
"Young Master, do you have any other instructions?"
Thomas Shannon's face was terrifyingly gloomy. "What were you just saying?"
Charlie River subconsciously recalled; he didn't seem to have said anything problematic. Why did the Young Master... seem so angry?
"Young Master, I just said that if the maniac resists violently, we will take necessary measures..."
"What necessary measures?" The man's voice was still gloomy, and his cold-pool-like eyes were even deeper.
Charlie River's scalp tingled as if he realized something, and he immediately fell silent. "No, Young Master. I said that if the maniac resists violently, we will use the gentlest measures to bring the maniac back safely."
As he spoke, he cautiously glanced at Thomas Shannon.
The man lit a cigarette and waved his hand. "Then why are you still here?"
"Yes, Young Master!"
