Upon hearing these words, my expression froze, an icy killing intent radiating from my face. The Blood Evil on me grew even stronger.
Was there more to that banquet years ago than met the eye?
Or was that banquet aimed directly at the Johnson Family?
But the Johnson Family was just a small family from Brooksdale, why would a big shot from Silverwood want to wipe them out?
All sorts of doubts lingered in my mind.
The middle-aged man no longer intended to waste words with me and said, "I happened to be passing through Brooksdale this time, and I didn't expect to find you, this remnant. It seems heaven has no plans to spare your Johnson Family. Bruce Foster, do it."
"Yes, Mr. Parker."
The driver in a suit nodded and walked toward me.
His steps were light, his eyes filled with a deadliness.
In his eyes, killing a young man was simply effortless.
