When Shadow Kims left, he brushed past Trenton Smith.
He suddenly turned his head and saw an extremely strange expression on the face.
Trenton Smith smiled at him, entered the room, and closed the door tightly.
"Why do I feel something's not right?" Shadow Kims stood at the door, beginning to recall every detail.
He had met Trenton Smith and had brief contact with him.
Whitaker Dog even wanted to hold a funeral for Trenton Smith's daughter, Mily Smith.
There was great discontent between both sides.
Even if the two families collaborated, there was no reason for Trenton Smith to smile at him, given his status.
This was not typical of someone with the status of a Great Grandmaster in the martial arts world.
It seemed like he had been replaced by someone else.
Yet, Trenton Smith was still Trenton Smith.
"Could it be that I'm overthinking it?" Shadow Kims, wearing a robe, played with a golden dagger in his hands incessantly.
After pondering for a moment, he shook his head.
