Although the old man was certainly old, his presence was incredibly strong.
Even though his strength couldn't be quantified, he still exuded a powerful sense of oppression.
"Ethan Smith? Why are you here?" Emerson Holmes asked, his eyebrows furrowed in consternation.
He thought Ethan should be pursued and killed by Jordan Richards by now.
Even if Ethan managed to escape that fate, he should still not be appearing here with so much leisure!
Ethan let out a cold laugh, "What, are you surprised to see me here? Are you wondering why Jordan couldn't kill me?"
Emerson's eyebrows furrowed even deeper-
Could it be possible that Jordan was defeated by Ethan?
"You're Ethan Smith?"
An old man beside Emerson spoke.
His piercing eyes coldly fixed on Ethan.
"Yes, I am. And who are you, old beast?" Ethan asked bluntly.
