Daniel was inside the Black Palace, the central command of the Lionheart family, sitting across from an extremely beautiful woman.
If he had to describe her, he would say she was definitely one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Even so, he didn't dare show any reaction or utter a careless word.
Her face and expressions were completely cold, almost as if she was utterly emotionless and detached from the entire material world. Daniel had never seen this level of indifference before.
Now he understood why everyone feared this woman.
"Nice to meet you," the White Fang said coldly—a coldness that could make bones tremble.
"Nice to meet you too."
"There's no need to waste time. Let's get straight to the point. Did you fight the heroes?"
Daniel didn't say anything, only nodded in confirmation. He realized the White Fang must be the same girl whom the Death Hero had once called talented.
