Chapter 535: The Weak Have No Right to Talk About Balance!

"Let's go." Dante Easton swept his gaze across the crowd. He laced his fingers through Denise Mendes's and then turned to Henry. "Senior Henry, these people... I'm leaving them to you." Henry adjusted his glasses, his voice even. "Don't worry." "As long as I'm still breathing, they... won't come to harm." Dante nodded. He said nothing more, only tightened his grip on Denise's hand and left. Their figures receded into the distance until they vanished beyond the horizon. Henry stared in the...