"Daniel!"
He subconsciously looked at Daniel's hand but was blocked. The man reached out to grab a cigarette again.
Mason stared at his bleeding fingers, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Smoke, smoke, smoke. Use a little more force, and your hand will be fucking useless..."
"Mr. Cooper, Mr. Hawkins, the meal is ready..."
"Get out!"
The innocent Nathan, "..."
A second later, he quickly retreated out of the door with his neck retracted.
Mason, looking speechless at the man exuding a cold and murderous aura, said, "What, can't find Amelia, so you want to kill a couple to vent your anger?"
Fortunately, he had the occupational habit of always carrying a first aid kit with him. Frowning at the man who was smoking angrily, he said, "Hold the cigarette with your other hand."
Seeing that he was being ignored, Mason took a deep breath, "What, does the blood-stained cigarette taste better?"
