Chapter 202 The Most Eerie Woman in the World

When the man walked behind him, he pulled the bolt of the gun, opened the safety, turned around, raised the gun, and pointed it directly at the man’s forehead.

The man was taken aback by his actions, but he still kept calm and said, “Shaun. I’m your uncle, pointing a gun at me, isn’t it good?”

“Uncle?”

Shaun raised the corners of his lips and smiled sarcastically: “Will uncle hold a five-year-old nephew in the swimming pool and let him drown?”

The man didn’t seem to expect that he could still remember such a long time ago. After his face changed, he argued, “I want to teach you how to swim.”

The smile on the corner of Shaun’s mouth became more and more sarcastic, and he stopped answering the man’s words, but directly pulled the trigger–

The moment the bullet was about to be fired, the woman in the wheelchair ordered someone to throw a bloody woman in front of him.

When Shaun and the dying woman lying on the ground looked at each other, their eyelashes trembled slightly.

He raised his eyes as cold as snow, and looked at the woman in the wheelchair, her back to the light, hiding in the darkness.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at her coldly, while the man in the wheelchair raised his chin at him.

“Whether you let Rex go or have your people bury him with him, choose

one.”

A hoarse and unpleasant female voice sounded in the room, revealing a bone-eating chill.

the ground couldn’t help but shudder when she

me alone and do what you

where the belt had bruised her, was split open, and the pain was excruciating,

a good dog…”

the belt in her hand and looked at Lanice with a mocking

did he pour into you to make you so

you know that everyone he cares about since childhood will be destroyed

as if she was playing a game of playing with people.

doesn’t have the tenderness of being a mother at all, and some

to take care of her a few times, and she sent someone to torture Rosie to death.

already dead, just like Jennifer, lying in the

was defiled, her clothes were messed up, and she didn’t

the gun, opened the safety, turned around, raised the

still kept calm and said, “Shaun, I’m your uncle, pointing a gun at me, isn’t it

“Uncle?”

“Will uncle hold a five-year-old nephew in the

didn’t seem to expect that he could still remember such a long time ago. After his face

more and more sarcastic, and he stopped

bullet was about to be fired, the woman in the

the dying woman lying on the ground looked at each other, their eyelashes

woman in the wheelchair,

stared at her coldly, while the man in the wheelchair raised his

go or have your

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