John spoke bluntly, and Benjamin, aware that John knew about their past actions, maintained his friendly facade and said, "Ah, little brother, you're too kind. You flatter your older brother."
Though Benjamin was smiling, his eyes darted around, assessing everyone present.
When he saw Vincent, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.
After all, Vincent was two or three levels above him—a person not easily manipulated.
They recognized him as the strongest beneath the semigods!
Saying he could take on a thousand might be an exaggeration, but handling a hundred was undoubtedly within his reach.
With people like him, there was no hesitation—a single stroke would settle matters!
Vincent never cared about appearances.
If things came to handling matters this way, they might have much more to deal with.
"We just happened to be passing by and didn't expect to find you here, little brother. Is there anything you need help with?"
