"Spare your life?"

Gilbert sneered: "Go to hell and tell Satan that my family will not tolerate trash!"

After speaking, Gilbert directly picked up the pistol from the table.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

4 shots in a row.

Shoot these four people with frightened faces directly to death.

"Spit out these four useless pieces of trash and throw them away to feed the dogs."

Gilbert shouted loudly.

A butler walked in at the door.

He lowered his head and showed no expression.

Drag these people away directly.

Not long after, the sound of several wild dogs barking and chewing came from behind.

"Why is Mr. Gilbert so angry?"

Just when Gilbert had just sat back on the sofa, thinking about how to solve the crisis in front of him.

A faint voice came.

"Who? What person?!"

Gilbert was shocked. This was the center of the family and was extremely well-protected. Who could secretly infiltrate in?!

"Don't worry, I'm not here to harm you, but to discuss cooperation with you."

At the corner, a pale man walked out slowly.

"You are...the white-faced god of death."

After Gilbert saw the man, he was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered something, his face changed wildly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand couldn't help but hold the pistol.

Although he knew that the pistol was useless against the white god of death.

But with a pistol in hand, you can feel more at ease.
Chapter completed!