"What?"
The entire place was silent.
Hank York's entire body trembled. He was stunned and in disbelief.
A chill ran up his spine and up to the back of his head. He could not believe that the calm young man in front of him was so terrifying.
Braydon Neal stood up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. With his hands behind his back, he looked at the scenery in the distance with his deep eyes.
However, on his thin body, there was a black cloak. He looked like a majestic golden Qilin with angry eyes. It was so vivid that it looked like a living creature. It glared at everyone behind him as if it was about to step into the air.
The Qilin was originally an auspicious beast, but its appearance was a mixture of nobility and majesty, as if it was a Qilin King, and its majesty could not be provoked!
