Chapter 1212 A Choice Between Two

• Arnold, clad in a floral shirt, stood amidst the wind. He didn't appear to be at the end of his rope, but rather, he seemed as if he was on vacation.
• Dexter stood with his hands clasped behind his back, letting out a chuckle. “That joke wasn't very funny.”
• Arnold narrowed his eyes, looking toward the bustling dock not far behind him, where even Wayne was standing by the shore. “Let me think, how many high-ranking officials are present during this operation? If I were to resist, would I be executed on the spot?”