These words were not only meant to comfort her but also to be heard by Yefeng Yang and the other bodyguards.
There was no trace of deliberate threat or arrogance in Lucas Walker's tone.
On the contrary, Walker's voice was very calm, almost as if he was discussing the pleasant weather.
However, nestled within his calm and casual demeanor, was an undercurrent of dominance, like a silent tidal wave beneath a placid stream.
The bodyguards looked on in mockery, but the pupils of Yefeng Yang constricted as his gaze upon Walker took on a more profound intensity.
Standing on a foreign ship, facing opponents several times his own, yet he could still confidently utter such threats.
He could either be a fool to some unimaginable degree or someone with absolute strength.
He wouldn't regard Walker as a fool, as these inexperienced bodyguards did. The man he saw before him clearly belonged to the latter group.
Who was this man, who exuded dominance, standing before him?
