Julius Reed carried Shirley, who was covered in blood, like one would carry a chicken, from the courtyard into the house.
Thump!
Then, he casually threw her onto the ground.
"Step back."
With a wave of his hand, Quella Radcliffe and Bamboo Whitaker quickly lifted Nelson and returned to the bedroom.
Inside the living room of the small western-style house.
Only two people remained.
One sitting, one lying prone.
"Speak. Once I make a move, you won't be able to bear it."
Julius Reed spoke indifferently.
"If the news that Mad Dragon isn't dead gets out, I imagine you..."
Shirley, lying on the ground, sneered, "I'm afraid countless people will swarm here, wanting to take your head."
Mad Dragon!
The once martial world overlord.
Leader of the Seven Clouds Academy.
There were even rumors that Mad Dragon, holding the Divine Dragon Tripod, could prolong his life and achieve immortality.
Fame and fortune are ultimately fleeting.
