Chapter 497: I Like People With Backbone!

Asher Jauncy's words fell like ice. The old man spat blood, terror flooding his veins. He had lived more than sixty years. He had killed plenty of people, and he had seen plenty of powerful figures. But never, not once, had anyone made him feel this kind of suffocating pressure. The young man in front of him looked barely in his twenties… Yet the indifference in those eyes made the old man feel as if he was not facing a person at all, but some ancient, ferocious beast. Even so, he still planned...