Hearing that, Iverson's face looked worse than if he'd eaten shit.
What a bunch of idiots messing everything up.
"Get the guy from the jail and gather everyone in the hall over there."
"Yes sir."
When Iverson arrived at the hall, his look grew even more gloomy as he saw the crowd.
He looked up at the man in charge, and his distinctive purple eyes made it clear who he was.
"Quan Jingwu!"
"Iverson, when did you start to get a kick out of hiding like a rat?" Quan Yimo looked coldly at Iverson, mocking him.
"Quan Yimo, Abel, you two are quite relentless, chasing me halfway across the world, are you having fun?" Iverson shifted his gaze to Quan Yimo and Abel.
"This cat and mouse game is getting tedious, so let's end it today," Quan Yimo said coldly.
"Iverson, save me." Luckily, Bai Jue had read the information Jian Qing had given him before, so impersonating Matt was about 80 or 90 percent convincing.
"Shut up," Iverson snapped impatiently.
