The snow of the Northern Border carries the scent of death.
Quillermo Ridge's pants were soaked, and after freezing, walking became very difficult.
"Master, everyone in the city is searching for your whereabouts. I suggest..."
Before Quillermo Ridge could finish, Julius Reed interrupted him: "If they want to die, I'm willing to grant them their wish. At six tonight, come to the address I mentioned to you."
"Understood!"
Quillermo Ridge touched his throat, his face showing fear.
"Don't worry, once we reach the dining place, we will naturally help you detoxify." Julius Reed chuckled: "You can also go to the city and find someone to check, I guarantee they won't figure out what kind of poison this is."
"Rest assured! Since I have sincerely come to you, I won't do anything foolish. Thank you, Master, for sparing my life, I will be there on time tonight!" Quillermo Ridge bowed deeply, mounted his snowmobile, and sped towards the Town.
