The room where Horre Jackson stayed was very tidy.
This was originally a duty room and a place to store some materials.
However, since the main building was burned down, members of the Funeral Alliance had nowhere to stay and had to make do here.
As the chairman of the Funeral Alliance, Horre Jackson stayed in the largest, most spacious, and brightest room.
"What do you mean?"
After the three people entered the room, Whitaker Dog closed the door, full of murderous intent!
"I have some wine!" Julius Reed sat by the table, casually grabbed three glasses, and filled them up. "How do you want to drink?"
Whitaker Dog slightly frowned and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"
After a simple contest, he had a certain understanding of Julius Reed's ability.
Not bad, a master indeed.
It was worth the trip.
But why drink instead of fight when enemies arrive?
"I'm a rough person." Whitaker Dog pulled over a chair, sat down, and glared at Julius Reed: "I only understand fists!"
