Lord Brinhalm's body trembled. He could not control his instinctive fear.
In the eyes of the people from the small foreign countries, the Wolf of the East, Danny Que, was the spokesperson of the devil, fierce and terrifying.
In the northern territory, the ten most ruthless men of the northern army were second only to King Braydon. They jointly controlled one million elite iron cavalries.
Lord Brinhalm would never have thought that he would meet Danny, one of the ten most ruthless men, here.
His heart was instantly like dead ashes. He knew that he could not escape death.
"Hehe!" Danny chuckled, "Little brat of the Black Sword Association, send him on his way!"
"Yes, Sir!" Steve Xavier was about to make a move.
At the entrance of the bar, a short-haired young man came in and said loudly, "Hold on!"
Danny glanced over, his eyes cold.
"Zander Zeller!" Steve said with fear.
