They kill, smash, steal, rob, almost everything related to crime they will do.
But at this moment, here, he suddenly felt... they're actually no different from the Saints!
"Should we let them out?"
Lance nodded, "Get them dressed, take them out, let Corinda bring some girls over to calm them down."
When he returned to the villa, Lance poured the water and ice from the ice bucket over the General Manager's head.
In an instant, he shivered, waking from a coma, and took a deep breath, his inhalation filled with a hissing sound.
After two or three seconds, he realized what had happened!
"Give me a name," Lance said.
The General Manager said nothing, but after a second or two, he shivered and instinctively looked at Hiram, who had left an indelible impression on him!
He desperately wanted to be strong, but the intense pain weakened his will.
He wasn't some idealistic fighter for societal change; he was just a living demon.
