In a flash.
The surrounding unrest was smothered under this chilling voice.
Everyone looked in horror at the figure behind Mason.
Unable to see clearly who it was.
But the ghastly agility of the figure was enough to make anyone shudder.
"Stop! Don't make any rash moves! Say what you want!" the leader up front shouted.
Breaking out in cold sweat.
That's Mr. Mason!
Aside from Richard Johnson, the most important person to them!
Mason didn't move. He was a smart man and knew it wasn't the time for him to make any reckless moves.
"Who are you?"
Dax Harrison leaned against the rough wall, tilting his head as he looked at the man trying to turn his face aside. He swung the back of his gun onto Mason's cheek, drawing blood. His tone was cold and contemptuous, "Do you deserve to know my grandfather's name?"
Mason trembled in pain.
He didn't dare to wipe the blood off.
His face darkened, "What on earth do you want?"
