"I was wondering who you were; turns out it's the esteemed Whitaker Dog." Julius Reed chuckled and clasped his fists, asking, "Did this northwest wind blow you here?"
Whitaker Dog showing up was within his expectations.
After all, Julius Reed indeed took advantage of Whitaker Dog.
Now, the Funeral Alliance and Devlin have completely formed a grudge.
Given Devlin's vengeful nature, he absolutely won't let it go.
"Wind? With my sturdy body, even a tornado must steer clear of me!" Whitaker Dog leapt and landed in the snow.
His weight caused the ground to tremble slightly.
"Little brother, tell me, what kind of person is this Devlin?" Whitaker Dog clasped his hands behind his back, slightly tilting his head, staring intently at Julius Reed.
With an air of superiority.
