"Was it you who did it?"
Braydon Neal felt a slight surprise but, at the same time, wasn't entirely taken aback.
As the head of the Neal family, Washborn Neal understood the importance of rules, so it made sense he would kill Qabita when necessary.
In the end, Washborn nodded.
It was indeed his doing.
That action had completely angered his son.
Heartbroken and despairing, he betrayed the Neal family in his rage.
Ten years passed.
For all that time, he had harbored a fierce desire to kill his father and avenge his girlfriend.
Even Braydon found this convoluted situation a headache.
As expected, it became the unresolved knot in the heart of the proud young man.
"What's your name?" Braydon asked.
"Tane Neal," the young man replied with a hint of arrogance.
The number one genius in the capital.
Anyone who heard this name would feel a sense of respect.
