Chapter １３４

Yes. Reuben Jones kicks hard. Michael's back gets shot by a fist-sized stone. He was dead on the spot.

Michael is mummy-wrapped. His breath is faint after surgery, like a flame in the wind that must be extinguished.

He couldn't move, his eyes filled with terror, and his look scared the youngsters into sobbing. He answered, "Yes, Reuben Jones!" ...”

Because he was so eager, his body shook as he pronounced the word, forcing him to smile in agony and gasp.

Bruce Clintonrushed up to comfort him, clinched his teeth, and whispered, "Son, you talk slowly, don't worry."

After Michael's wrath faded, he said, "Dad, Reuben Jones hit me, you must revenge me!" If it weren't for his son's destiny, you wouldn't see me!

"Great!" Son, don't fear, Dad will get vengeance on Reuben Jones! Bruce Clinton's eyes exploded with a scary spirit as the nurse was preparing to replace the needle. Door slammed.