"You said it very well, every time I step out of this door is a different space, there is no way, even if I go, it will be the same, you say straight out, how do you want to play?" Dorothy Vera can't take it anymore, does this man like to control people like that?
But after her words were not answered, Dorothy Vera continued to call: "Jack Macintosh, Jack Macintosh, you have to make it clear to me, mother, even if I don't get out of here today, I won't let you play."
Jack Macintosh sitting in front of the control panel listened to her curse with the same expression, just dangerously narrowed eyes, his hand constantly pressing the buttons on the control panel.
There, Dorothy Vera suddenly felt the earth shake, she fell unsteadily to the ground, and before she could understand what was happening, she heard a roar behind her: "Graoooo."
