Under the clear moonlight, several Shadow Warriors quickly surrounded Julius Reed.
This place was a distance away from the night market, so quiet that not even the clamorous noise over there could be heard, clearly, they had come prepared.
"Before I send you on your way, I'd like to ask a question."
Julius Reed straightened the buttons on his cuff and casually asked, "Who sent you?"
Whenever he thought of his enemies, Julius Reed would begin to feel a headache coming on.
These people were like flies; although they couldn't bite him, they were so annoying!
No matter where he went, there was always someone following him.
"Well, good! Today, you'll die knowing why!"
The person in charge approached slowly, a black-clothed man with his face covered, whose voice suggested he was around forty years old.
He was burly, exuding an air of death; obviously, he had claimed many lives.
"Young Master Jaxen Brandon, you remember him, don't you?"
When the man spoke, Julius Reed understood.
