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Chapter 2969
Ha. Ha. ha.
Alia laughed suddenly. She looked at Jetter in front of her and whispered, “King Han, you must carry on your ruthlessness to the end. You must not really fall in love with someone. I’m afraid you are over.”
Jetter was expressionless, and he drew the gun from his waist with his other hand, which directly resulted in Alia’s life.
Alia fell to the ground without closing her eyes when she died.
Jetter’s men quickly took control of the scene, and the battle was won without much effort.
“King Han, your hand is injured.” At this time, the confidant came down to check the wound on Jetter’s hand.
Jetter looked at Christel. Christel is now protected by John. John looked at him hostile and guarded,
“King Han, Christel is a chess piece in your hand. Now, this chess piece has completed its mission and is of no use value. May I ask you to let her go?”
Just now, Christel did not see Jetter grabbing a knife with his bare hands. She hated and feared the devil in front of her even more.
He has been using her all the time, and she has a life in his eyes.
“King Han, you have achieved what you want. Please let me go. I promise you will disappear far away and never appear in front of your eyes again.” Christel said.
She said she was going to disappear.
She said that she would never show up in front of him again.
His confidants could feel his master’s face “brushing” cold, in fact, he saw it right next to him just now, when Alia was about to raise the knife, the master had already pressed the gun at his waist.
The master’s marksmanship is superb, and Alia’s knife is not as fast as his.
Just now the master deliberately said that he didn’t care about Christel’s life, but actually wanted to paralyze Alia. He had never given up Christel’s life.
But John rushed out, thinking that he played a hero to save the beauty, but his behavior was too stupid. If it weren’t for him, the master would not grab a knife with his bare hands.
Jetter pursed his thin lips. He hid his wounded and bleeding left hand behind him.
A man as strong as his self-esteem was naturally unwilling to let Christel see, “I want me to let you go, and make you two stay and fly together, and reconcile with a broken mirror.”
Christel wanted to speak, but at this time John held her hand and shuttled his fingers in, clasping her ten fingers tightly.
“Yes, King Han, I still love Christel in my heart. My love for her has never stopped.”
Love?
Jetter sneered, “What does your love have to do with me? Even if I run out of chess pieces, I will not throw them to others at will.”
So, he refused to let go.
“Jetter, what are you going to do to let me go?” Christel asked with red eyes.
John said, “King Han, as long as you are willing to put the dye, I am willing to do anything.”
“Do you want me to kneel down and beg you? I will kneel down for you now.”
Plopped.
John directly knelt on the ground, kneeling in front of Jetter.
Christel’s pupils shrank, and immediately stretched out his hand to pull John, “John, get up, don’t kneel on him, he is not worthy at all, because even if you kneel down, he won’t let me go!”
Jetter There was a sneer, someone like him?
In her eyes, what kind of person is he?
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