“What are you doing here? You are not welcome here. Get lost and out of my sight!”
Ballard smiled and said, “Mr. Parkinson, are you really being confused or you are just faking it? Do you really not know why we are here? Did you still remember how you persecuted Uncle Ben in the first place? Don’t you know about it?”
“Tomorrow is the seventh day after Uncle Ben’s death. According to the boss’s instructions, I am taking you to the mourning hall. Let’s go.”
Warren kept stepping back and said, “I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go!”
He turned around and wanted to run into the villa. As a result, several bald men rushed up at the same time. They pushed Warren to the ground and dragged him forcibly into the van.
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