Chapter 149: The Blood Puppet's Strength!

Not far away, more than a dozen cars screeched to a stop. All of them were stretch Lincolns. Right after, a crowd of people stepped out of the cars. Every face carried open arrogance, as if they stood above all living beings. At their head was a middle‑aged man in a white suit. His expression was even more conceited than the rest. His eyes dismissed everything around him. This man was the head of the Warth family, Oliver Warth. "Who killed my son?!" "You dared to make an enemy of the Warth...