Shadow John Wick Mga Nobela at Kwento

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

Shadow gave a brief glance at his stomach underneath the uniform. Conan coughed and covered his stomach with his hands, a poor attempt to cover it. He had been stabbed by one of the pawns and discovered by Shadow because of his excessive blood loss. She seemed to have a sharp nose that rivaled Mina’s nose. As result, Shadow killed the pawn and helped him recover by giving him the bite. At first, she conflicted a lot, pondered and pondered until she said ‘fuck it’ and bit him. The bite saved him.

"You don't have to cry over it, I'm sure he holds no grudge against you. Besides, you only followed instructions. Crying won't solve it, you Just have to help the Boss find the Villain." "I'm ready to do anything, I will do it, the problem now is my legs, I have to make sure I can use them, once I do, I will find the Villain." Shadow said with determination. The figure smile at him, "I trust you, you have to eat before he finds out you didn't touch the food." John has been standing close to the door, listening to their conversation. He has gotten a bit close to him that he can't think of laying harm on him.

A middle-aged man in his 40s sighed and said, “Mr. Cash, no matter how anxious you are, you have to wait for the Admiralporium.” Shaun forced a smile and said, “Of course, I understand that, Mr. Shorrock. But I’m pressed for time.” Mr. Shorrock was the master-level fighter that Shaun had hired to be his bodyguard. His name was Ren Shorrock. As they were talking, a series of footsteps rang out outside the door, and a group of six people walked in. “Have you come up with a solution yet, Shaun?” The man standing in the front was a middle-aged man who was about the same age as Shaun. His eyes were cold, but there was a hint of mockery and smugness in them.