"Hand over the person inside, and I'll spare your life!"
Tucker Ridge's face was covered with a black cloth, and he held a dark throwing weapon box in his hand.
And the mouth of the throwing weapon box was pointed at Luciano Michael.
"People from Fabian Percival?"
Luciano Michael sneered as he caressed the cold long knife in his hands.
Then he looked up to see a dozen masked men in black in front of him and said indifferently, "You're getting a bit too impatient!"
"Stop putting on airs! It doesn't matter who we are; if you hand over the person in the vehicle, I won't make things difficult for you!"
Tucker Ridge looked at Luciano Michael coldly: "If you refuse to see reason, I don't mind wasting a dart!"
This place had no village in front and no store behind.
Both ends of the provincial road were blocked by their barriers, and no vehicles would pass by for half an hour.
Now, Luciano Michael was a lone soldier!
And they had brought all the elites of the group!
