"Gather our brothers immediately and charge to the underground arena!"
"That's my place, my place!"
Freddy Martin kept howling in the car, and Payton Adams stepped harder on the accelerator!
At the same time, in the mountaintop villa!
Sean Martin sat on the sofa, leisurely wiping his pistol.
"Sir," Jack bowed respectfully. "I've done everything you asked but we lost eight brothers. With Oliver Walker's ruthlessness, I'm afraid they…"
These words were obviously to tell him how much he had sacrificed.
It was also obvious that he was taking credit for it.
However, Sean Martin did not even look up. "A bunch of useless trash. If they're dead, so be it. We don't have to waste oxygen resources."
Jack's face wrinkled as he trembled, "But… But they've been with me for many years and are loyal to me…"
He was afraid, but Jack couldn't just blindly do things without Sean Martin giving him any benefits, right?
So...
