Chapter 1271 The Ancient Emperor

When she turned to look at Caspian, there was a kind of emotion in her eyes.

"I'm thinking of a way." Caspian comforted her with a smile.

"That means there's nothing you can do for now," Bowen Pullman muttered to himself.

"Will you die without saying?" Caspian asked.

Bowen Pullman immediately shut his mouth.

Although Caspian was laughing while speaking, the knife in his hand had already reached Bowen Pullman’s neck.

Yvonne Johnson took a deep look at Caspian. A moment later, she wiped the corners of her eyes. "Anyway, I don't care. You haven't paid back what you owe me, so I won't let you die."

"It's not that easy for me to die." Caspian shook his head. "I'm thinking of a way. Anyway, it's not as serious as he said."

Bowen Pullman’s nostrils twitched.

He wanted to say, "Are you questioning my profession?"

But he didn't dare.

Because he found that the knife on his neck suddenly sank.

This was Caspian's warning.

Caspian knew what trouble he was in.

But he had never shown it