F Continent.
Lowe led his men into the Poppy Estate, and upon seeing the masked but powerfully commanding man in the hall, he sneered.
"No wonder you're someone the major forces of the F Continent fear. Meeting you is really difficult."
Julian Sia's handsome face was obscured by a black mask, revealing only his exquisite jawline.
Upon hearing Lowe's words, he curled his thin lips slowly, his voice hoarse and cold, "Were you so eager to meet me just to praise me to my face?"
Hearing this, Lowe stumbled.
What the hell, praise you?
He incredulously raised his head, twitching the corners of his mouth, "Do all the people at your Poppy Estate like to twist others' words?"
Recently, two other people from their estate did the same, it was clearly sarcasm, yet they called it admiration, utterly ridiculous.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
