"Give her back to you?" Olson fumed, tossing his shotgun to the side, his expression as if he was about to charge at Orleans and brawl with him, "Dream on! I'm not done playing with that woman yet. Even if I tire of her, become unable to continue, I will take her with me to the grave." Yes, Wen Maixue was the Eastern woman he had chosen to replace Ye Taina for redemption. She was much better than any wax figure, alive and feeling, able to cry and suffer, thus a thousand and a hundred times better than "Ye Taina".
"No," flashbacks of nightmares sped through Orleans' mind, his gun shaking more violently, his fingers also reached for the gun's safety catch, "Olson, don't push me."
