Chapter 676 Good Dogs Don’t Block the Road
- Gale glanced at the blond guy, rolled down the window, and tossed a line his way: “Good dogs don’t block the road. Move.”
- The man had a cigarette clamped between his lips, face calm as stone.
- He spoke, a string of English drifting over. “Hand Emilia to me, and I promise you’ll be fine.”