"The person you're talking about isn't here at all. Stop pestering us!"
Gerald shouted excitedly.
"Looks like you really won't cry until you see the coffin!"
Connor sneered and then walked towards Gerald.
Jordan stood in front of him and said in a low voice, "Mr. McDonald, if you take another step forward, I won't hold back!"
Connor looked at Jordan indifferently, then asked expressionlessly, "And? Is that supposed to be a threat?"
After Jordan heard Connor's words, his expression became a little strange. Then, he pulled out the sword he had brought with him.
Connor had seen a lot of martial artists, but he didn't have the impression that many of them used weapons; after all, in modern society, it would be strange for someone to carry a knife or a sword with them.
However, Jordan was different—he was a very famous fighter in Honduria and had high prestige, so no one would be surprised if he went out with a sword.
