"Are you...are you human or ghost!"
Mr. Rose stood there, his face pale as a sheet.
Sweat covered his forehead, dripping down slowly.
Julius Reed, who was previously on the stairs, suddenly appeared at the door.
Blocking Mr. Rose just perfectly.
Is this something...a human can do?
The spectators in the hotel tightened their pores!
As if they'd seen a ghost.
"Showing off?" The Abyss True Lord helplessly shook his head.
"Trying to bluff? I refuse to indulge you!" He grabbed with one hand, and those men in black clothes gradually fell, one after another.
The continuous sound of bodies hitting the ground came, and when Mr. Rose turned around, he found that all his fierce subordinates were dead.
Not one alive.
Thud!
Mr. Rose knelt on the ground, forcing a smile on his face: "This esteemed master...this deity! This grandpa!"
"I didn't recognize your greatness, I apologize!"
"I beg you to be magnanimous and spare me this once!"
