Alaric Wood's fingers brushed the ring on his index finger, his gaze dark and wicked.
Mason Nightshade's craziness exceeded his expectations.
He thought that only having experienced such despair in a past life would lead him to do something so insane.
Unexpectedly, he was a madman to begin with.
He would never let Little Du go to a madman!
Not last time, and certainly not this time!
Mason Nightshade's gaze on the plane ahead was almost blood-red, the plane's speed reaching its maximum.
Gustavo Yates's teeth chattered in fear, "B-boss, s-slow down a bit, if we keep going at this speed, we'll crash."
He didn't want to die.
It seemed Mason Nightshade couldn't hear any sound anymore.
The speed didn't decrease.
Instead, it got faster.
There was only one thought in his mind: he had to intercept that helicopter ahead, no matter the cost!
...
Grayson Quinn's head was about to explode.
Mason Nightshade, that lunatic!
And the Mafia are a bunch of lunatics too!
