She glanced sideways at the tall man sitting in the private room, who had a cigarette between his fingers, leaning against the back of the sofa, and looking at her.
His gaze was very sharp, even a bit ruthless, as if he wanted to execute her on the spot.
Coupled with his cold, icy face, it was indeed quite sinister.
Rufus Swallow looked at the faint smile on her face and couldn't read anything from it. He nodded and then turned to Trenton Smith, "Brother Tre, you and Sister Snow White take your time eating, Norris and I will leave first."
Trenton Smith sat in the chair, lightly tapping off some ash from his cigarette. His voice was calm and gloomy, "Rufus Swallow, it seems you really want to die."
Rufus Swallow let out a low chuckle, and raised his hand to embrace Norris Moore, speaking casually, "But, brother, it seems like the person who's about to die from anger is you."
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