This past year, since An Mingji took over the Darwin Family, his hands have been stained with an unknown amount of blood.
No one has ever shown disrespect to his closest family members, nor would anyone dare.
He is already accustomed to the rule of "those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish."
Brother Hu's eyes were hazy from the alcohol, and he vaguely stared at the young man in front of him, feeling the powerful pressure and murderous intent exuding from him.
The taste of death was so close to him, a skill he had honed from years of fighting and scraping by, determining whether a person was all bark, or truly vicious at heart.
Some people appear gentle and refined on the outside, but their ruthlessness is buried deep within, not easily detectable.
The young man in front of him didn't look very big, yet the aura of bloodshed emanated from him, making Brother Hu's legs turn weak with fear.
