On the sofa, Braydon Neal tilted his head. With a snap of his fingers and a chuckle, his force transformed into a long sword that pierced through the middle-aged man's leg.
Blood was still flowing out, but Harrison Jarrell still refused to speak.
Braydon's eyes turned cold. The old man in front of him was stubborn and refused to say anything.
Did he think that Braydon would not dare to flatten the entire Jarrell family in the provincial capital tonight?
Braydon had not even settled the score with him for using the Neal family to threaten Braydon!
Swoosh!
With a raise of his hand, Braydon released two waves of force.
The force was like a sword, piercing through the middle-aged man's arms.
His limbs were nailed to the wall.
It was extremely miserable to look at!
This was the consequence of an aristocratic family martial artist falling into Braydon's hands.
