The distance between them was just ten steps. If Bowen decided to make a move, he could draw his gun and end Jonathan's life in the blink of an eye. Yet, his gaze remained cold and expressionless. Those who knew him well understood that the colder Bowen appeared, the more formidable he became.
A dominant figure facing the enemy who had taken his son's life, he remained calm and collected, a testament to his terrifying nature. Such a character, if provoked, could likely shake the foundations of the entire region.
After enduring for a while, Bowen, with an icy expression, finally spoke, "You have no right to mourn my son."
Standing there, fists clenched, veins faintly visible on his forehead, Bowen repeated, "You have no right to mourn my son."
A smile played on Jonathan's face, carefree
