Grant dodged a punch and turned to look at the man behind him, his black eyes piercing.
Standing behind him was a handsome man nearly two meters tall, with a disdainful look in his eyes as he looked at Grant, as if he were looking at an ant.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" His voice was cold and skeptical, and Grant couldn't help but frown.
"Su Shixiong, do I really need to report to you wherever I go?" Gianna stood in front of Grant, not liking the man in front of her.
She turned to Grant and whispered in his ear, "This man's name is Iker, also a disciple of my master. He's from the Larson Family in Jiangnan, always bothering me, very annoying. Grant, just ignore him."
"The Larson Family? Su Zhanqiu's Larson Family?" Grant looked at Iker, his pupils showing a thoughtful look.
