Graham, as Daniel Bell's bodyguard, had been with him for over five years.
Just a few days ago, Graham was merely a novice Soulmancer, but now he had inherited the power of an ancient demonic race.
In just three days, he had mastered a portion of the dark energy.
"Daniel Bell, I've been risking my life for you for five years, and yet I'm still not as good as a pretty boy?" Graham stood 30 feet outside the kitchen, sneering coldly, "Then, how about you all die here! Bella, today you will be mine! Not even Jesus can stop me!"
"Heh heh! Graham, our Bell family is no ordinary rich family. If Daniel Bell and his family die mysteriously, the 13th Bureau will definitely intervene."
As Graham was about to act, a young man appeared behind him like a ghost.
"Keith?" Graham turned his head and stared at the young man, his pupils constricting.
