Either he had finally thought it through, or perhaps, it was Marvin's irritating words that provoked him. Credence's pale face gradually turned colder and sharper under the dazzling sun.

He pressed his throbbing temples and parted his thin lips insidiously. "Impossible! There is no way I would hand my woman over to Juelz."

"Then, you know what you should do."

Marvin felt that because of Belle and Germaine's kidnapping, his heart had aged a lot in these few days. He sighed as he looked at the statue of a man standing in front of him.

"Credence, I stay in the army with a bunch of stinking men all year round,...