Chapter 337 Be a Man, Be Brave

The gentle breeze blew. Blowing the leaves in the small yard, making them rustle. The scene was artistic. On the stone table in the courtyard, sandalwood fragrance lingered, and a pot of tea was placed. Jack had not been in such a comfortable state for a long time. He sipped some tea and looked at Brown, who was in front of him. All of that brought him a sense of security. "Uncle, what can I do about this matter?" asked Jack. The Burton family had used the last means, sending assassination...