chapter 164 layout, kill

Timothy Pickering's eyes under the mask were very calm, just like Ba Dao's gaze, indifferent and without any fluctuation. The corner of his mouth moved, and Timothy Pickering said: "You want to leave?" Ba Dao's pair of cold and sharp brows moved slightly, and the word Ba branded on his face made him look cold. Ba Dao didn't speak, but his silence was a statement in itself. Of course he wanted to leave. Who wants to be someone else's slave. "Your slave mark was not carved by me, and I...