"Give up, you're no match for me."
Julius Reed stood atop a dilapidated oil drum inside the warehouse, looking down imperiously.
Noah Miller was indeed not bad, his methods were strong, but unfortunately, his opponent was Julius Reed.
Against anyone else it might have been fine, but fighting against himself was simply humiliating.
"I don't have time to waste on you, but Maurice Yarrow's ransom might just have to double!"
In the midst of speaking, Julius Reed suddenly lunged forward, his hands reaching straight for Noah Miller's throat!
He intended to make an example of him!
To ensure that no one from the Three Blade Group dared to target him again!
"You're too arrogant!"
Noah Miller, after all, was an enforcer within the Three Blade Group, and now, seeing Julius Reed charging at him with such ferocity, he bellowed and rushed to meet the attack!
Bang!
With a violent collision, Noah Miller stepped back several paces, the fresh blood spewing uncontrollably from his mouth!
