Dragon Master

“I’m close. I don’t want to die. Please, I was wrong. Let me go. I can barely breathe.” Woody said with his hoarse voice. He was extremely nervous.

“Now can you smell death?” Maximilian asked with a smile.

Woody felt that Maximilian was like a devil when he smiled.

Because of the fear, a warm stream flowed down his thighs.

“I, I can feel it, the smell of death.” Woody said with his voice cracked. Now he thought it was the most regrettable thing he had ever done.

Maximilian threw Woody beside the car and said with despise, “Such a loser. If you don’t have the power, then you’d better lay it low.”

“I was wrong. I swear I’ll keep it low from now on.” Woody begged as he covered his neck with his hands while wriggling on the ground.

Addison grinned. Though he could not see how miserable Woody must be, he could imagine it.

Maximilian kicked Woody, “Drive now. Don’t waste my time.”

“My hand is broken. I can’t drive.” Woody said with frustration.

He intended to say he wanted to go to hospital, but he decided to shut up.

Maximilian shook his head and opened the safety of the pistol. Then he pointed Woody with it. “I heard that a man’s potential can be fully stimulated when he wants to survive. I’m sure you can drive well under my gun.” Staring at the black hole of the pistol, Woody swore inwardly.

He had seen some mad men, but he had never seen anyone like Maximilian, because a crippled driver might lead to an accident. But he didn’t dare to say what he was thinking. If Maximilian was provoked, he might take a bullet.

the pain on his right hand. He used his left hand to start the engine, put the gears and drove away

use one hand. I don’t dare to drive

nodded absently, and then he closed his eyes

two guards always by Aston’s side, there were other men busing around in case Maximilian would

had been play with his phone

he took was enough for him to go there and come

worry. Let me make

dialed Woody’s number, but Woody could not pick his phone

ringing, and he kept casting glances at Maximilian, hoping that Maximilian would help him check who the

the pone down with confusion and said with dissatisfaction. “He didn’t answer the phone. Perhaps something

hesitated for a moment and lowered his head to continue playing with his phone. “Let’s not hurry. We

still seemed calm, because he believed that a

and

walked into the factory with Woody in his hands, Addison

then wobbled toward Aston with his left hand on his right

my call?”

hand is broken, so I drive with the other hand. That’s why I’m late and

His story made Aston and his guards felt

had any humanity at all. Let a crippled man drive? How bold this

the ground near Aston’s feet and said with a

you’re? Our young master’s followers are not for you

quiet! Show some respect to Mr. Lee. Woody made a mistake, so he deserves it. In fact, I should thank Mr. Lee for it.” Aston said with