"Fairness?"
Sutton sneered, brushing off the spot Julius Reed had shoved, looking disdainful.
"In this world, there is no such thing as fairness. Don't you understand the law of the jungle? If you don't, I'll make you understand."
After speaking, he lifted his eyelids and looked coldly at Julius Reed.
The suffering he endured at the Black Pine League put Sutton in a foul mood.
Especially when he nearly became a prisoner. Thinking back on it now, his heart ached.
For the moment.
If this West Tower dared to run into the muzzle, he could only blame his bad luck.
"Dare I ask, under Han Caldwell, what is your status?"
With hands behind his back, Julius Reed stood before the injured Martial Artist and spoke calmly.
From the moment Sutton appeared, he sensed it.
When Sutton made a move, he must intervene!
Undead Tribe?
Perfect chance for a preemptive bout.
