"At your age, you should be married with a wife and kids, right? Even if you don't have a wife and kids, you still have parents."
Mr. Rove shook violently: "No, no... I understand, I get it, rest assured, by then, I won't say any redundant words... I won't let Mr. Glenn fight for child custody, nor will I let him slander Miss Harris anymore..."
"It's good that you understand, but I'm still not at ease with you."
Dylan Young took out a white pill from his pocket, pinched Mr. Rove's jaw, and threw it in.
He was very fast, and before Mr. Rove could react, the pill had already rolled down his throat and he swallowed it.
Mr. Rove coughed while holding his neck. He knew it must be something bad. He wanted to cough it out, but the medicine was already in his stomach; there was no way to cough it out.
