Philip Shaw placed the rabbit meat in a bowl and handed it to her: "Take it to the table."
Anne looked at the bowl filled with plump and fragrant rabbit meat, swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Um... can I try a bite?"
Philip Shaw gave her a cold glance: "No."
Anne regretfully placed the rabbit meat on the table, then returned and said to him: "No matter what happens, you can't have conflicts with them anymore. They fear you now, but I'm afraid..."
Philip Shaw interrupted her: "I'm not afraid." When fear turns into a killing intent, then he and those islanders will probably have a fierce battle to fight.
He wouldn't mind letting them experience what "killing the chicken to scare the monkey" means.
Anne's face whitened upon hearing his words. She clenched her hands, lowered her head, and quietly pleaded: "They're all my family, I beg you..."
Philip Shaw looked at her face, a layer of coldness flooded into his eyes, he suddenly spoke: "Don't come to me anymore."
