"Is it you?"
The two spoke almost simultaneously.
Julius Reed's tone carried a hint of mockery, the disdain of the victor, more so the contempt of the strong.
But the shock in the young man's eyes betrayed him.
He still pretended to be calm, trying to look less flustered.
But in reality, he was very panicked.
That kind of panic was from deep within the soul.
Being beaten severely, could he not panic?
Still being pressed by Jovany Leopold to eat gum off the ground.
Humiliation, anger!
This moment was vividly displayed on the young man's face.
Beside the young man, followed a middle-aged man.
"What, you know him?" The middle-aged man turned his head slightly, looking at the bruised young man, slightly raising his eyebrows.
"Uncle, it's him! At the airport, he beat me up, killed my attendants, and burned my..."
The young man stopped speaking at this point.
But Julius Reed knew what he wanted to say.
That dragon.
It was burned to death.
