With these bail amounts, it might not even take twenty thousand dollars for Lance!
He felt as though he was being played again. For some reason, every time he suffered a loss at Lance's hands, his hatred for him deepened.
He looked for a while, then decided to step out and have a chat with Lance.
He knew he shouldn't be thinking this way, but he couldn't help it. For some reason, he wanted to do it now!
Holding a cigarette, he walked over to Lance's car, leaned on the roof with one hand, bent over, lowered his head, and put the cigarette in his mouth, "Got a light?"
Lance nodded slightly, and the guy in the passenger seat took out a match and handed it over.
After lighting his cigarette, Lukar took a breath and looked at Lance, "Can you tell me how you brainwashed these people?"
Lance looked at him with a calm gaze.
This made Lukar's face flush with heat. He felt that behind Lance's calm gaze, there must be mockery and ridicule.
"Your people, although very young, are tough!"
