Chapter 1818

Moshe repeatedly nodded. "I'm a wimp. I'm really a coward. I'm terrified of death. Please don't kill me. I'll do anything you want. Just spare my life." After working here for a few years, he had made more money than the Swindle Order's total income over ten years. His money could fill up a whole room now. As long as he was alive, he had endless fancy food, countless women, and all the luxury cars he could want. He wasn't ready to die anytime soon. Matthew held a tiny blade and cut through the rough wires binding Tommy, Clinton, and Marion. Then he pointed to the guns on the dead bodies lying on the floor. They immediately realized what they were supposed to do. They scrambled to move the bodies and grabbed the rifles and handguns. Tommy kept watch by the door with a rifle in hand. Marion and Clinton had their guns aimed at Moshe. Matthew put the blade away and walked up to Moshe. "Do you want to live?" Moshe gazed at Matthew with hope. "I want to live. Please give me a chance.