On the street, the crowd of wealthy Beamon humans spotted a little nun hobbling over to the roadside.
The muscular gentlemen of the Emerald group who were passing by also stopped in their tracks, all looking fixedly at this young nun.
Liu Zhenhan had forgotten how strong he was now. Even without using his dragon strength, his original physique was already that of a muscle-bound brute.
For some unknown reason, everybody's eyes were glued to him, as if they could see right through him.
"Richard! Can you not do that next time? I never said anything when we were still under the leadership of Lord Rosenborg, but why have you returned to your old habits?" Ning Yu looked calmly at Liu Zhenhan, her eyes revealing a hint of annoyance.
"Ning Yu, what's the big deal?" Moer naturally came to Liu Zhenhan's defense, even sneering dismissively.
Avril's attitude led to an outbreak of cold sweat among the surrounding Beamon men.
