Chapter 946 Go On, Say It—Call Me Dad

• Roughly thirty minutes later, Wolfie, Judy, and Dax were dragged out to the coast.
• A sleek black helicopter sat on the sand like it owned the place. Nearby, a group of masked men stood watch, each one strapped with weapons that looked way too real for comfort.
• Propped casually against the chopper was a guy decked out in all white. His skin was pale—almost sickly. He held a cigar like he was starring in some gangster movie, puffing on it like the world owed him nothing.