Chapter 41

　　Jake\'s black suit merged with the dark night, the white shirt collar was slightly open, the rolling of his apple and the angry expression on his face made people think that he was a night-eater.

But none of these can compare to the iron rod he clasped in both hands.

The clean technique successfully knocked the man lying on Shane stunned.

Shane can only use the bright and dark street lamps to see the long and violent figure of the man reflected on the wall...

...

In the black Maybach car...

Jake inhaled a cold cigarette and quietly looked at Shane who had passed out.

Almost all of Shane\'s tops had fallen off, and Jake\'s overcoat was covered on her.

Under the influence of ether, Shane had a short breath and coughed fiercely.

Jake wiped out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray beside him, took her into his arms, and gently patted her back with his gesture.

When she opened eyes slowly, Shane\