Alice's nerves, which had been strained for a long time, were finally broken under the pressure of internal and external troubles.
Her mood was breaking down step by step.
Mr. Dickson grabbed her again, "Let's go, little beauty. As long as you serve me well, I promise not to urge you to pay me back."
At this time, a pair of scissors flew over without warning and pierced Mr. Dickson's palm.
"Ouch --"
Mr. Dickson burst out a roar like killing a pig.
"f**k! Who is plotting against me?"
"It's me!"
Dylan raised his fists, put two men in black behind Alice to the ground, and then protected her behind his body.
He looked at Mr. Dickson like a hungry wolf, "get out of here, or I'll waste your other hand!"
Seeing that he had lost two helpers, Mr. Dickson stepped back and said cruel words.
