Shirley Miller approached Oscar Miller, her usually calm gaze finally stirred.
It was icy.
Oscar Miller was a complete wreck, not even possessing the courage to run.
Even Tony Reid, an Innate Great Grandmaster, had just tried and failed to escape, so where could he, a mere practitioner of Inner Qi, possibly flee to?
"Do you have anything you'd like to say?"
What could Oscar Miller say? He knew that no matter how he pleaded, Shirley would never let him go.
Shirley had killed two Innate Great Grandmasters to get to him. Surely she wouldn't spare him now?
Confronted with certain death and immense pressure, Oscar Miller went mad.
"Shirley, you're lucky to have met Carson Flores. If it wasn't for him, I would've played you to death six months ago. It wouldn't be your turn to be so arrogant!"
