55-Time Bomb

"Or should I say you're really not afraid of dying or losing your little bastard's life?"

Randolph's words were like a thunderclap, sending a wave through Hermosa's heart. She steadied herself and forced herself to look at the man in front of her with calmness.

"I told you, I'm trying. But ......"

"Bullshit!!!"

Randolph interrupted Hermosa as he crushed the butt of his cigarette under his foot several times, his movements twisted like a wild boar in a frenzy, but outwardly he was smiling, the sinister look in his eyes increasingly concealed:

"Stop trying to fool me with bullshit like he doesn't trust you and he's too wary. He's too fond of you, I can see that. I'm sure he'd agree if you asked him to give you his life in this situation, let alone find an underground warehouse, wouldn't he?" Randolph's face gradually became more and more grim, and he smiled like a clown who had received a great shock.

He moved closer to Hermosa until the shadow of his entire body loomed over her head, a