Braydon put his hands behind his back and watched calmly.
Jude roared, "That's my only son! You cut off one of his arm, so you must die tonight. Leave your last words behind!"
As soon as he was done speaking, the sixty security guards in black on both sides slowly pulled out the long swords from their waists, which were shining with a cold light.
On the surface, the entertainment center's security guards maintained the law and order here, but in reality, they were all Jude's thugs.
How could Jude's hands not be stained with blood in order to become the boss of the Southern Territory?
Braydon stood there proudly and he remained motionless.
The secretary's cell phone buzzed and vibrated. She frowned and reminded him in a low voice, "Boss, Mr. Joseph is calling!"
"Answer the call!" Jude said with a sullen expression.
