At this moment, no matter how pretentious you were before, no matter how badass you were.
When he saw the moon-like skin of Freddy, he instantly lost his temper. It was too terrifying and too disgusting. It was dripping with blood, and it looked as if he had just torn off human skin.
"Time's up." Jack's cold voice rang out.
Plop.
Vark kneeled down again and begged Jack. "Please, I only have one son. As long as you let him go, I will do anything you want me to do."
Jack smiled slightly.
"Then are you willing to die for him?"
This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.
Vark's face was shocked, and his eyes were trembling.
Who was he?
Sheila was the most beautiful woman in New York City, and he was the city's richest man. How could he give up his life for a mere son? It was impossible.
