Chapter 132: A Short Death

"Drake, you are old. No matter how far you run, you can't run away from me. Now, I'll give you a choice. Why don't you come and be one of our people since Arnault, that old dog, left you?"

"Mr Rubio said he can make you a new generation Benedict if you surrender to him."

At this moment, the tall woman held a gun in her hand. She looked at Drake coldly. Her other friends looked expressionless. She held a bottle of red pills in her hand.

Drake vomited blood and sneered, "Good endings are rare in revenge in the illegal world. I knew that a long time ago."

"You're just playing dirty tricks. What makes you think you're a good person?"

The man sarcastically said, "Does a rubbish man like Cyprian still have the guts to return after being miserably expelled from Racoon City?"

"How dare you insult Mr Rubio. You're looking dead."

The tall woman was instantly enraged and stomped on Drake's head. "I want to see how long you can last after I feed

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