Cynthia’s Cat

Jeff is the hope that George lives. He can't let people hurt Jeff.

George panicked, "Don't hurt him, I...will do anything. He is innocent and doesn't understand anything, please...please don't."

Cynthia looked at the humble man begging for mercy, even the unforgivable, there was a soft person in his heart.

But this does not allow Cynthia to let him go, and bear any consequences before making any choice. Cynthia put down the raised gun, the face covered under the brim of the hat couldn't see clearly.

Cynthia looked at George coldly with a cold voice, "As long as you are completely responsible for what I have explained, I will not hurt your brother."

"Ok...well, I promise you, as long as you don't hurt my brother."

George got up quickly and walked towards the back door of the bar with Cynthia.

The back door of the bar was also guarded.

Cynthia looked at the man standing at the back door smoking, the dim light hit him, his arms were tattooed with snakes, and he looked particularly uncomfortable.

George was a little panicked, no one was guarding the back door normally! Usually the back door is locked, only a few people have a key, and he has a key.

George was afraid of the boy's misunderstanding, and hurriedly explained, "This...I can explain it."

Standing behind Cynthia held the gun against George's back, her tone was gloomy. She was most disgusted by someone deceiving her, "Give me a reasonable explanation?"

When the cold muzzle was pointed at his back, George was frightened and sweat came out.

George's voice trembled, "I...!!! This... this back door is usually locked. Except for those with the key, everyone else walks through the front door. I promise I didn't lie to you. Wait a minute. He may be gone, trust me!"

Because of the dim lights, George couldn't see the man's face clearly. George rubbed his eyes. He knew this man, who was Boss Gregg's bodyguard.

George was a little puzzled. Why did he come to the back door now and look melancholy?

George had seen this man several times. This man looked cold and not very annoying. Boss Gregg hired him at a high price.

Cynthia's cold voice sounded from behind George, "I'm going to see Gregg tonight, George, I gave you many opportunities, don't blame me for being cruel if you don't hold it."

"No... Yes, please believe me!!! Give me a few minutes, just a few minutes."

"Okay, I'll give you a few minutes, don't let me die."

"No, no..."

George calmed down and walked forward. He came to the man, as if he had changed, exactly like he was just now.

"Brother, why are you alone here?"

Abbott looked up at someone, wearing a bar uniform, then lowered his head, ignoring George.

George was a little embarrassed suddenly, "Hahahaha, are you Abbott? I heard them say that you are very skilled, and you have been a mercenary before, so amazing!"

Abbott pinched out the cigarette butt, his voice a little impatient, "What's the matter?"

"No...No, I am looking forward to the life of people like you, unlike me who is a useless gatekeeper."

Abbott raised his head and took a serious look at George. Hearing what George said, longing for his life? Abbott could not help but sneer.

"Do you yearn for my life? Is the simple life bad now?"

"Not good... not good at all. If I can be so good at you, I won't be bullied."

The debt collector is almost driving George to a dead end.