Hidden in the large abandoned workshop in a corner of the city, Jessica was sitting on the hills of gravel piled up by the wall, gasping for breath, and putting her hands on her legs. She tried her best to get out. At this time, she felt like a madman, but she didn't understand what she was afraid of.

Mikaja fell to the ground, took a few deep breaths, looked around her companions who had escaped back together, stared at Jessica's face, and laughed a few jokes: "Ah haha, it's really awkward."

Jessica was annoyed, jumped up, walked to Mikaja, kicked Mikaja in the face, and shouted in a ventilated manner: "Who do you think it's all the fault? Say it! Say it!"

Mikaj protected his head with his arms, gritted his teeth tightly, and said nothing. The people around him did not dare to come forward to stop him. With the faint light sprinkled in from outside, he could vaguely see the Adam's apples of several men sliding up and down a few times, but there was no sound in his throat.

"Jessica, stop." Snow's unhappy voice came from the side without light, just a gentle voice as usual.

"Tsk!" In the darkness, someone was greedy for Snow and walked towards him carefully. Jessica spat, stopped her movements, took out a cigarette from her pocket and sandwiched it between the index finger and middle finger of her right hand. The person next to her came forward to help her ignite her.

Jessica took a deep breath and vomited it out again. The translucent smoke rings spread out one by one in the air. The particles that could be clearly seen in the air made people feel uncomfortable. Jessica covered her mouth and coughed.

"Jessica!" Hassan's voice suddenly rang out. He rushed in in a panic and grabbed Jessica's shoulders. "I heard that you met Crodia and he saw the front face?"

"So what!" Jessica pushed Hassan away and replied very unhappily, glaring at Mikajae who was being helped up, "It's not that the guy who blamed him. How could I be exposed if I hadn't cleaned up the mess for him!"

Mikaj was not willing to be outdone: "I didn't ask you to help me, but you intervened without authorization, and blamed me?"

"Which action wasn't I going to wipe your butt? I'd forget it if I don't thank me, but I'll say mine is not! I knew that I shouldn't give you weapons, and the useless child is..."

"Enough!" Listening to Jessica's increasingly excessive words, Snow interrupted the two of them sternly. At this time, Mormon and the others brought in several boxes. Hearing Snow's roar, he couldn't help but shake his whole body. The things in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and the lock was broken. The things inside were scattered, reflecting the metallic luster under the light.

Mikaja's eyes lit up, and he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He put his hands on his hips, walked to the box with a big swagger, reached out to grab a handful of metal objects on the ground, and let them slide down from his palms. Mikaja raised his head, looked at Mormon, and then stared at the things on the ground: "Be good! So many things are enough for us to live a lifetime! It's a good job! Brother!" As he said that, Mikaja grabbed another handful of gold and silver coins and was about to put them in his pocket.

"Let go! This is not for you alone, why should you take it first!" Hassan was anxious and stepped forward and grabbed Mikaj's wrist tightly. Although Mikaj's wrist was hurting, he shouted "let go" in his mouth, but he refused to let go of the money he got. Hassan had no patience and consumed him. While increasing his strength, he used his other hand to grab it. "Hurry up and let go!"

Mikaja suddenly opened his hand, and after a "ding dong bang", Mikajajaja spread his hand as if nothing had happened: "Don't treat your own people like this! It's just a joke, is that?"

"Owner? A big joke! I don't treat you as your own person, trash!" Jessica blurted out her words.

"How good are you? Bastard!" Mikaja put away his cynical attitude and replied angrily.

"You!" Jessica was speechless for a moment. Mormon, Hassan and several others held the two of them separately, afraid that they would take action. Snow's voice was inserted into her unbearable voice: "Have you all argued enough?"

The workshop became quiet for a moment.

"I've said a long time ago that I shouldn't do this. Sure enough, something will happen sooner or later..." Snow frowned and said halfway, feeling someone grabbed his collar.

Hassan's voice was close to him: "Snow, you are still saying this. You must know that at most you can do is to use your brain and mouth. If you cannot say what is beneficial to our current situation, then I suggest you shut your mouth and don't forget that every minute you use now is something we have tried our best to exchange for."

The force applied to the body disappeared, and a few minutes later, a large amount of footsteps disappeared, and Snow stood alone, "Why...will not listen to me finish my words?"

It took me a long time before Snow moved carefully and groped back.
Chapter completed!