"I hate traitors the most."
Aron Jackson moved a chair over, and Julius Reed sat down on it directly, "This is your man, you do it."
After speaking, he looked on indifferently.
Family matters still needed to be resolved by Aron Jackson himself.
"Dominating Tiger!"
Aron Jackson took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He handed one to Dominating Tiger.
"Thanks."
Facing the judgment of death, Dominating Tiger seemed very calm.
He accepted Aron Jackson's cigarette and put it in his mouth, "Lend me a light."
Click!
Aron Jackson took out a lighter and lit the cigarette in Dominating Tiger's mouth.
The two of them were as close as ever.
But everyone knew.
There was no going back.
"You've been with me for so long, you know I never go easy on traitors," Aron Jackson sighed, broke the cigarette in his own mouth, and threw it on the ground.
He no longer felt like smoking.
"Why? I've always treated you like a brother, why would you betray me!"
