"In my dictionary, there's no such word as 'escape'," he exhaled a smoke ring slowly, his eyes calm and indifferent.
That year, when two nuclear-powered submarines met in the United States, he never flinched. And now, how could a mere Slozand ant like the Oscar family make the 'Death Lord' retreat?
"I hope the Oscar family has some self-awareness," Jonathan said calmly, extinguishing the cigarette butt and turning around. "I can end them all in an instant."
This was his final word, left behind.
Arrogant, domineering, rivaling, ruling!
At that moment, Steven's heart trembled uncontrollably.
In that instant, did he see an inexplicable illusion in his eyes?
That feeling, as if... under the figure of that young man, there hid a towering... shadow of slaughter.
End them, in an instant?
