Chapter 787 The Marshal’s Wrath
- “Samuel, why are you asking all this? Don’t tell me you’re trying to save that Drakon!”
- Hao Yang’s face went cold. He took a hard drag on his cigar, then crushed it into the crystal ashtray.
- “Yeah. Do me a favor—hand Drakon over to me. Name your terms. If I can do it, I will.”