Blake Watsons narrowed his cold eyes, "You're very arrogant. I told Allen Godfrey that we should have eliminated you that year when we were sure it was you, then there wouldn't be any trouble today."
"Unfortunately, you gave up on the assassination at that time," Len Hawthorne's eyes turned cold as he heard this.
"You didn't have a chance to make a move on the day of the Punitive Expedition Conference, but today you can retaliate. Len Hawthorne, you have a fatal weakness that, unfortunately, I have caught," Blake Watsons laughed maliciously.
With those eyes, it seemed as if he had seen through all of Len Hawthorne's secrets, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
Len Hawthorne glanced at Angelina Gregory, who hadn't left yet, and smiled sarcastically, "How could I not seize the weakness of you, Blake Watsons?"
Blake Watsons followed his gaze, glanced down, quickly looked back, and said nonchalantly, "You can make a move at any time. It's just right, I need to get rid of this woman."
