Old Master Fuller fixed his gaze filled with hatred on the two, clearly quite defiant.
"Walker Fuller, I believe with the crimes you've committed, you're destined to spend your next life in prison."
Walker Fuller's eyes narrowed, "That's not for you to decide."
"We'll see," Hope Williams said with a faint smile.
Walker Fuller frowned tightly, looking at Hope Williams' calm and somewhat mocking smile, feeling somewhat uneasy, "What exactly do you mean? You guys aren't thinking of bribing the police to frame me, are you?"
"Huh." Hope Williams scoffed coldly.
"You think everyone is as filthy as you," Waylon Lewis said with an intense gaze.
"What do you guys really want?" Walker Fuller became emotionally agitated. "What are you scheming?"
He felt baseless panic rising within him, and cold sweat continuously broke out on his forehead.
"What? Are you afraid now after committing so many evils?"