Gustavo Yates immediately straightened his back and glanced at the rearview mirror again.
He was puzzled: Did the boss have eyes on his forehead? How could he know he was stealing a glance with his eyes closed?
Back at the residence, Mason Nightshade changed his clothes and drove to another villa.
Gustavo Yates pulled up a chair for him to sit down.
Mason Nightshade crossed his long legs, lazily lifted his eyes, and glanced over, "What are you standing there for? I'm not afraid of gore, it's not my territory, everything that needs to be used has been used, his mouth is like iron, but you still need to extract the information I want, understand?"
The killer felt a cold shiver climb up his back.
The aura changed entirely with this man's arrival.
He had resisted for so long without saying a word, yet as soon as this man sat down, he felt a tremor inside, was he afraid?
The people Mason Nightshade kept around him were all bloodstained on the battlefield.
