"Huff!"
Aron Jackson's eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch.
"Ah!"
He let out a roar, angrily clutching the dagger in his hand, looking at Julius Reed in front of him.
He resembled an enraged lion!
"You dare to insult me!"
Having murdered for decades, which prey didn't kneel and beg for mercy?
Some were so terrified that their legs went soft, and others even lost control of their bladder and bowels.
But today, his prey spat in his face.
"You will pay for your ignorance!"
Taking a deep breath, Aron Jackson pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped his face and forehead.
The hand holding the handkerchief was already trembling uncontrollably.
"Ptui!"
No sooner had he finished wiping than Julius Reed spat at Aron Jackson's face again.
"You're courting death!"
Aron Jackson's eyes fiercely bulged, and he unleashed his full strength in that moment!
Slice!
