The Martial Art King's Calculation
After sending Felberta Ashbourne back to the hotel to rest, the Black Ghost and White Ghost brothers sat in the room and let out a long sigh of relief. Spending the day with that Julian D'Aurelius guy at the Whitmore family's place had been quite stressful for them.
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant sounds of traffic drifting in through the window. The evening lights of the city flickered beyond the glass, but neither brother was in the mood to admire the view.
The pressure they had endured throughout the day still lingered in the air.
A monster who could match Steffan was indeed terrifying. Moreover, the way that guy seemed to see through people's hearts made them unwilling to meet his gaze.
Every time Julian's golden eyes landed on someone, it felt as though every secret buried deep within their soul was laid bare beneath the sunlight.
