Tep.
Dylan walked out while carrying a metal bat in his hand. To be honest, he wanted to take a gun directly, but it would be a waste of bullets to shoot on these people.
It would be more meaningful to beat them up instead.
"Now you're reduced to thief?" Dylan asked, his tone was full of mockery.
Jake's face turned ashen. He could still remember his many battles with Dylan in the past. The two of them would naturally mock each other.
"We're here to ask for help," Jake said.
"That's your way of asking for help?" Dylan pointed at Andy, who was still crouching down in front of the door.
Jake frowned and looked at Andy.
Andy snorted and slowly moved away. Even though he still wanted to pry open the door, he knew that the current situation was not very good.
Even if he could open the door, Dylan will greet him with the metal bar.
Let's see which one is harder, his bone or the metal?
He didn't want to die yet.
