"Are you kidding me?" Jones questioned.
"No, I'm not kidding." Adelle quickly shook his head.
"So, if the other party gets injured, I'm not responsible?" Jones had already made up his mind to kill at least one or two. *He felt insulted.*
Adelle paused for a moment, then slowly smiled, pulling Jones along while saying, "Did you misunderstand something? Why would you think you need to be responsible for anything?"
"There are bound to be injuries in wrestling, aren't there?"
"Yes, but it's definitely not what you think." Adelle smiled as he said, "The others haven't arrived yet. Please wait here for a moment and have a drink first. What would you like? Tea or alcohol? I suggest alcohol. I have some good stuff."
Adelle led Jones to the sofa and then turned to walk towards the bar.
Jones took a deep breath and slowly sat on the sofa, looking around. Dora stood beside him.
