The initially terrified Demetrius Caldwell saw Julius Reed coming out with a sword and thought he was about to be killed.
Instantly scared, he wet his pants.
It's no wonder; in the morning on the platform, this guy had indeed carried a sword and stabbed the Sect Master of the Sword Sect to death right in front of everyone's eyes.
Let alone Demetrius being just Han Caldwell's son; even if Han himself were here, Demetrius felt the young man before him would dare to make a move.
This was someone who feared neither heaven nor earth.
"You...what did you say?" Seeing Julius Reed speak, Demetrius's wildly pounding heart finally calmed down.
Regardless of anything else, at least his life was spared.
Tonight, he'd have dumplings for sure.
And maybe a couple of drinks with seaweed.
Even acquiring a concubine wouldn't make him this happy.
"I never repeat myself. Because those who make me say a second time are already dead." Julius Reed stepped forward, speaking coldly.
