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"Officer Cade." After pushing baby Cade away with one strike, Charles Lewis unexpectedly had a gun in his hand. He pointed it at Faye Owen and said: "You've got some moves, unfortunately, I don't have time to play."
"What are you trying to do?" baby Cade's arms were tingling, her pupils contracted as she stared at him. Her heart was in turmoil, the man in front of her seemed terrifying, his strength seemed almost inhuman.
Could this guy be the judge? No, his build was smaller than the judge's. He exuded the same strong confidence, the same coldness, but baby Cade felt that something was different. The judge's coldness carried with it a sense of casual spontaneity. This man's coldness, however, seemed tinged with heaviness.
"Take her and leave, take you too." Charles stated coldly: "I'm running out of time and patience."
