Dragon Master

Chapter 731 Linger on Their Last Breath

Chapter 731 Linger on Their Last Breath

This Mr. Lee, who could make Mason so afraid, must have a big background, and it's no wonder that he was so arrogant just now and didn’t put Mason in his eyes.

Mitchele's forehead was sweating, and he stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, pretending to be uncomfortable, "Ouch, I've got a sudden upset stomach, and I have to go to the hospital. Mason, let's talk about next time."

Mason was sophisticated, and he knew if he let go of Mitchele, then Mr. Lee in front of him would not spare him. Mason winked at his men, and several of his men immediately blocked Mitchele's way.

Mason said with a smile, "Mr. Mitchele, Mr. Lee wants to talk to you, it's a great favor for you, how can you just walk away?"

Mitchele panicked completely and said with an ugly expression, "Mason, I am really uncomfortable. I guessed my stomach and intestines may have something wrong. I must seek medical attention."

"It's easy to take medical treatment. You can talk to Mr. Lee first. I will let the ambulance wait at the door. When you make Mr. Lee satisfactory, I will sent you to the hospital. Invite Mr. Mitchele upstairs."Mason waved his hand, and two bodyguards picked up Mitchele and headed for the second floor.

Mitchele's face was white, his body filled with cold sweat, and his body was trembling violently as if he had taken the drug.

Mason respectfully said to Maximilian, "Mr. Lee, let's go this way."

"Good." Maximilian said lightly, took Flora's hand, and walked towards the second floor.

Mason stepped back, followed closely behind Maximilian, and was like Maximilian's butler.

When Maximilian and the others went upstairs, the crowd in the hall on the first floor came into a heated discussion.

"Oh my god! Mr. Lee is really awesome, and he can make Mason flatter him like that."

"I should learn from Mr. Lee. If I have half of Mr. Lee's prestige, I will be happy even if I live less than ten years."

"Mr. Lee not only has a good status, but also a good appearance. If I were 80 percent as handsome as Mr. Lee, I'd have no trouble picking up women."

Jasmine looked at the second floor with bright and beautiful eyes. She lit a cigarette and lightly smoked, not knowing what she was thinking.

Inside the room, Mason sat with Maximilian and Flora. And Mitchele was escorted by two bodyguards standing in front of the three.

Maximilian glanced at Mitchele and then said to Mason, "What did Mr. Mitchele talk to you just now?"

"It's not a big deal. Mr. Mitchele wants me help him collect gambling debts."

Maximilian didn't have the slightest interest in collecting gambling debts. What he concerned most was the matter of who instructed Mitchele to hire a killer.

Maximilian looked at Mitchele coldly, "Tell me, What unconscionable thing have you done?"

"I really did not do anything ..."

Before Mitchele could finish his words, Mason's gaze was like a falcon, and he looked at Mitchele sharply, "How do you talk to Mr. Lee? You should reorganize your language."

"Grandpa…Grandpa Lee, I really didn't want to find Read. Someone threatened me and asked me to do this, or he would kill my whole family." Mitchele defended in a flustered expression and big beads of sweat rolled from his forehead and onto his clothes and wet a lot.

Maximilian learned on the sofa and put on a lazy look, but he said very cruel words, "If you say one more useless word, I'll break one of your bones, starting with your finger bone first."

Maximilian's cold intonation made Mason feel a shiver.

Mitchele was like being struck by lightning, and his whole body froze. For a long time, a smiling face that was uglier than crying appeared on his face, and his help-seeking gaze turned to Mason.

Mitchele felt that only Mason could help him at this moment, and as long as Mason interceded for him, maybe he would still have a chance to live, "Mason, for the sake of our friendship for so many years, help me say something."

Mason said coldly, "Mr. Mitchele, I have nothing to do with you. I advise you to tell what you know or not."

Mitchele felt bitter than eating Huanglian. How could he survive if he said what he knew? And what could he say if he didn’t know? But they couldn’t make him the scapegoat, right? Looking at Mason's determined expression, Mitchele knew that the way of begging Mason's would not work.

Maximilian leisurely looked at the terrified Mitchele, "Give you three more seconds. If don't say anything, I will give you an appetizer first."

"No, don't!" Mitchele waved his hands in panic, "I said, I said all. I am just a megaphone.I have never seen the person who instructed me, and when they called, they all used a voice changer. My wife and

children are in their hands. I had no other choice but to contact the killer. According to their instructions to contact Read and ask Read to kill you. I do not know anything else."

Maximilian frowned, and it seemed thing was even more uncomplicated. There should be a layer or even more layers of cover behind this, and the real behind-the-scenes black hands hid deeply. With a sneer, Maximilian's cold eyes shot into Mitchele's eyes like sharp arrows.

Mitchele shuddered all over, and he saw murder in Maximilian's eyes. Mitchele was gradually collapsing, and he slowly closed his eyes, slumped on the ground, and put his neck down.

Maximilian picked up the wine glass on the table and poured the wine in the glass onto Mitchele's face, "Don’t pretend to die. Do you know where your family was kidnapped? As long as you tell me, I can guarantee that your family is okay."

Mitchele's face was as white as a sheet, and after struggling in his heart, he said in a low tone, "I don't know where they were kidnapped. I just received the video from them. The video is on the phone. You can watch it if you don't believe it."

"You are quite cooperative. If they have anything to instruct you in the future, you can tell me directly, and I will ask someone to check the whereabouts of your family members and rescue them.” Maximilian said indifferently.

Mitchele, who thought he would die after speaking, did not expect Maximilian to spare him. Although he would have to provide information to Maximilian in the future, it was good to live after all.

Mitchele smiled bitterly, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse to obey Maximilian's words. Anyway, things had become like this, to survive, Mitchele had to agree, "Grandpa Lee, don't worry, if there is anything in the future, I will immediately report to you and will let you know the news at the first time."

"Go away, I hope you can remember today's words."

"Remember, I will certainly not forget. Grandpa Lee, you just watch my performance. I will get out now." Mitchell said quickly, ignoring to wipe the wine on his body, and opened the private room door and ran out.