"I advise you not to waste your efforts," Du Zehao's voice was icy, "No one will see Emma White tonight, get lost."
"Old Du, don't be so hot-tempered, we've dealt with each other so many times, help a brother out."
Jacob Jordan twirled his gun with his fingers, speaking with a cheeky grin, but his tone was unusually cold.
To hell with your backdoor dealings.
Who's your brother.
It wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as he did, Du Zehao instantly recalled the scene where this guy bombed their base.
His face darkened, "We only have the front door here."
So, don't try to be buddy-buddy with me.
"Seems like we can't reach an agreement."
Jacob Jordan put away his expression, speaking with an intimidating tone.
As if Du Zehao just needed to nod and he'd take action.
