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Jerry suddenly grabbed baby Cade's injured arm, twisting it and pinning her down tightly. The cold and sharp dagger was pressed against her throat; if she moved even slightly, it would pierce deeply into her neck.
"Kid, you're spunky, I like that! What's the future in being a cop? Why don't you follow me instead? Whatever you want, I can provide. Choose anything you like, as long as it's not the stars or the moon in sky," Jerry said with a smug look, his moody and sinister mood entirely swept away. His eyes showed a hint of respect and admiration as he looked at baby Cade. There were only a few goddesses in the mercenary world, and if baby Cade joined their ranks, she could certainly make a name for herself.
