Adam Jones outright ignored her words, his chilling gaze shifting to the child in the woman's arms, startling the child into an involuntary shiver.
"This isn't over; who said you could leave?"
His slender finger pointed at the child in the woman's arms, his eyes devoid of any pity, "Let him come out."
Seeing Adam Jones so heartless that he would even target a ten-year-old child, the woman's face turned even paler with fear.
Clinging tightly to the boy in her arms, she pleaded with Adam Jones, "Mr. Jones, my son didn't mean to harm Mrs. Jones; he's still young and doesn't understand, please spare him this once."
"Still young, doesn't understand..."
Adam pressed his thin lips together, quietly repeating these words, the contours of his face conveying a bloodthirsty aggressiveness.
"If he doesn't understand, it's because you didn't teach him well. Since you can't teach him, then I'll teach him for you."
As he finished speaking, he signaled the driver with his eyes.
