Donald coldly stared at Mr. Huo the Third: "What are you trying to imply?"
The Third Master's eyes gleamed with pity and compassion. "I do not wish to disturb the peace we've maintained for centuries."
"Are you scared?"
Donald raised an evilly arched eyebrow. His handsome, devilish features seemed veiled in mystery as his sarcastic, indifferent remark resonated in the cool air.
"Never feared, only for those who overestimate their abilities." The Third Master's profound, pitch-black eyes shone with impenetrable light, his handsome face cloaked in a noble and proud expression. The words he spoke radiated with pure dominance.
Red light flickered in Donald's eyes, and the intent to kill filled them. "Are you not afraid that I'll kill you?"
"I fear you don't dare to touch me." The Third Master played with the lustrous, ripe Buddha Beads around his wrist. His tone remained calm and unhurried, yet brimming with provocation.
