Benjamin's truck felt like it was going upstream. The luxury cars that drove from the Barton Western District were all driving along the Charles River towards the Northern District. Only Benjamin was heading west. This time, the two were not looking for Mrs. Quinn, but Mrs. Barton.
"Are you dissatisfied with this result?" Benjamin held the steering wheel with one hand and put the other hand on the window of the car that was rolled down. The influx of wind eased his fatigue a little.
"Of course not." Zach shook his head, "Actually, I'm glad you asked me to do this."
The method of dealing with Kyle, the same as the previous method of dealing with Pooky, came from Benjamin. When the two went shopping with Lola, they were already arguing about whether to let Kyle continue to live.
"Then why are you looking reluctant." Benjamin turned his head.