Chapter 1791: I Regret It

Blood flowed all over the floor, and the maid who had dropped the cup was no longer moving.

"Buck, clean this up. We don't want to disturb our guest."

Frank holstered his gun as if what he had Just done was the most ordinary thing in the world.

Mateo could see clearly that this was Frank's way of warning him, a thinly veiled threat.

Although Frank and Buck talked about doing business from beginning to end, they were no different from bandits.

Then again, it was...