Gilbert sneered: "You go to hell and tell Satan, my family will not contain waste!"

After saying that, Gilbert picked up the pistol directly from the desktop.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

4 shots in a row.

Shoot these four terrified people directly.

"Spray these 4 useless wastes and throw them away and feed them to the dog."

Gilbert shouted loudly.

A housekeeper walked in at the door.

He lowered his head and looked expressionless.

Drag these people away directly.

Soon, the sound of several wild dogs barking and chewing came from behind.

"Why did Mr. Gilbert get such a big temper?"

Just as Gilbert sat back on the sofa and was thinking about how to solve the crisis in front of him.

A faint voice came.

"Who? Who?!"

Gilbert was shocked. This was the center of the family and was protected very closely. Who could penetrate secretly?!

"Don't worry, I'm not here to harm you, but to talk to you about a cooperation."

In the corner, a pale-faced man walked out slowly.

"You are...the white-faced god of death."

After seeing the man, Gilbert was stunned and suddenly remembered something. His face changed wildly. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands couldn't help holding them on the pistol.

Although he knew that the pistol had no effect on the white god of death.
Chapter completed!