"Julius Reed!"
Marco Pendleton squinted his eyes, taking a step back.
A small knife had already appeared in his hand.
The recent notable figure of Gonzalez City, Aron Jackson's good brother.
He naturally recognized him.
Especially after Elwood Thorneycroft's disappearance, through the information from Orren Beaumont, they had thoroughly discerned Julius Reed's identity.
"Mr. Sacha Reed, seeing the corpses all over the ground outside, what act are you playing here?"
Julius Reed gently pinched his nose, slightly frowning his brows.
It seemed as if he detested the pungent smell of blood.
"Mr. Reed, what act are you playing?"
Ivan Reed simply wiped the blood off his face, somewhat unable to grasp the purpose of Julius Reed's visit.
"You and I both carry the Reed name; maybe hundreds of years ago, I was your ancestor."
Julius Reed spread his hands, jokingly saying, "I'm just kidding."
"Heh."
Ivan Reed scoffed coldly.
A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by dogs.
