Chapter 545: Not Even a Match

A fight? Why would a Drought Demon be afraid of that? He was a dead body, for God's sake. Nash Johnston and Tristan Wokey stood off to the side like they were watching a show. Across from them, Trevor Ryder's face hardened into something vicious. He leaned toward Archer Lyson and said, "Third Uncle, don't let that Johnston man's bastard get away today." Archer Lyson bared his teeth in a cruel grin. "Relax. None of them are walking out of here alive." He turned to the hulking Black boxer beside...