Chapter 328 Who the hell is he?

In DC, it was drizzling, and a group of people wearing masks surrounded a stretched luxury car.

The man in the car was around fifty years old, with a beautiful and charming wife around twenty years old in his arms.

Both of them were naked, huddled in the back seat, trembling as they watched a group of people suddenly appear in front of them.

What made the man even more desperate was that his wife, at the friendly invitation of the man in black, came to watch the live broadcast…

“Leslie! You’re shameless!”

The woman roared and was about to rush forward.

Jake raised his chin towards the masked man next to him, and the woman was quickly covered over her mouth and dragged down.

The man in the car just looked at Jake gratefully, when he opened the door and pulled him out of the car.

The man rolled and scrambled and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, Jake stepped on his back-

The man only felt a pain in his chest, as if a thousand catties were being weighed down on his body, it was so heavy that he couldn’t breathe…

He raised his chin, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the group of people in panic: “Who the hell are you?!”

Jake bent down slightly, and patted his face: “The person your wife invited.”

it into the car, and covered the woman before looking at the man in the distance.

it’s covered, come

quickly made way for a passage.

person who stepped on him was the leader

wearing a gold-copper mask and was holding a golden knife, walking

meters tall, and while he looked very oppressive, he also exuded a powerful aura of being in a high position

judging by his attire, he is only in his twenties, so young, at best he is a street gangster…

confident, and shouted at him: “Hey, kid,

in

front of him, condescending, looking at him like garbage that

the contract from Jake, he said

when he heard the deliberately disguised

extort money, but he didn’t

ask him, you still

frowned, and said angrily, “You treat me like this and still want me to sign a contract, don’t even

and slapped him

that his eyes stared,

don’t we just sign a contract, as for bullying people like

crying bitterly, Jake felt his eyes were hot, and slapped him again: “Cry again, I will

down slightly, and put the contract in

“Sign it.”

that kind of cold, piercing to the heart and lungs, cold to the

spreading from the bottom of her heart.

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