The wind of the night lifted Lucas Walker's face, showing a look of astonishment, "He let you ride his submarine but didn't kill you?!"
They didn't know that Sikong Yuming had already made a real physical submarine.
Moreover, he actually let Ivana Bennett use his submarine — such a thing should be kept absolutely secret, shouldn't it?
Literally, Lucas Walker found it somewhat incomprehensible.
"Let's get to the point," Ivana Bennett shrugged, not delving too deeply into this issue, "What do you want to cooperate with us on?"
Lucas Walker put down his glass, wanting to speak.
"I refuse!"
Before he could utter a word, the always silent Lucas Walker had already spat out three words.
Taking the empty cup from Ivana's hand, he poured the remaining milk into her cup, placed it back in her hands, and his heterochromic eyes fell upon Lucas Walker's face with several degrees of displeasure.
"I know what you're thinking, and I refuse to cooperate with you."
