The three founders of the Black Hand Club have no doubts about this!

The three founders of the Black Hand Society lowered their heads and clenched their hands on their legs into fists. Even though they felt unwilling to accept it, they had to surrender in the face of power like Maxwell.

"Very good! I will give you some money so that you can spend the second half of your life without worrying about food and drink!"

Maxwell said slowly with an incomprehensible smile on his face.

Then he ordered people to send the three founders of the Black Hand Club out of Bailou.

However, the final destination is not the stronghold of the Black Hand Club, but a barren mountain.

The three founders of the Black Hand Club sat in the car and looked at the direction of the car, and felt more and more strange in their hearts.

Donald turned his head and asked the driver sent by Maxwell, "Where are we going?"

His face was full of vigilance, and he felt a vague premonition in his heart.

The driver in a black suit did not respond, nor did he turn to look at Donald, as if he hadn't heard Donald's question at all.

Donald's bad premonition became stronger and stronger. He ordered the driver coldly, "Stop the car! I'm going to get out!"

The driver in the black suit suddenly had a cold smile on his lips, and then took out a pistol from his arms. The pitch-black muzzle was facing Donald's forehead, and said in a threatening tone: "You three shouldn't move around, sit in the car obediently. The gun in my hand does not have eyes!"

"you……"

Donald's eyes were filled with anger and he glared at the driver beside him.

But when he saw the gun pointed at him, he couldn't help but feel timid and had to stop speaking.

The black Maybach carried the three founders of the Black Hand Club into a barren mountain, and then stopped in a small thatched hut on the top of the mountain.

After the black suit driver stopped the car, he pointed a gun at the three founders of the Black Hand Club in the car, forcing them to get out of the car, and walked straight into the thatched hut.

In this small thatched hut, there is nothing left, and there is no trace of anyone living.

The driver of the black suit bent down and pushed away the messy grass on the ground, revealing a secret door.

He opened the secret door and vaguely saw a passage leading downward through the hazy moonlight in the night.

"You three guys go in by yourself!"

The man in the black suit said no warmth in his words, as cold as a piece of ice.

Donald was not willing to walk in by himself. Although he didn't know where the underground passage was below, he could guess a little.

Maxwell sent someone to take the three of them to this wilderness late at night, avoiding everyone's eyes and ears, thinking that it was to imprison the three of them here until they died.

"I want to see Maxwell!"

Donald said toughly.

"Haha, you can see my master as soon as you want?"

The driver of the black suit laughed.

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly raised the pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger toward his head. A "bang" sounded, and the gunshot echoed in the dark night.

Donald and the other three heard the gunshot and responded with a cold war.

The driver of the black suit lost his patience and shouted sternly: "I don't have so much time to spend with you here, hurry up and get in!"

The other two founders of the Black Hand Society have already reached their throats. It is better to be imprisoned here if they die immediately.
Chapter completed!