However, before he could finish his sentence, the Third Master felt his throat tighten. A large hand tightly gripped his throat, and he swallowed it in the middle of his words.
"You, who are you?" Looking at this young man with a cold expression in front of him, Lord San felt a chill surging from the bottom of his heart. The pressure this young man brought upon him was even more terrifying than when he faced the local tyrants when he was young.
"Put on your clothes. I didn't let you speak. Don't make any noise!" Zachary said coldly and then let go of his right hand.
Looking at Zachary's cold eyes, Third Master didn't dare to resist. He quickly put on his clothes with a shiver. Then he looked at Zachary and moved his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But when he thought of
