And… two kids.

Mr. Liaison's chances are indeed running out.

Fern put the gun back on the table. He lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and hooked his fingers to his subordinates, signaling them to deliver the cigarettes.

When Mr. Liaison took a puff of a cigarette, he seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.

He took a big puff and sucked very hard. Every puff was very slow. Before the fire reached the **** of the cigarette, the cigarette holder was already hot.

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