Clang!
Julius Reed dodged to the side!
The flying dart instantly pierced through the car door, sending up a shower of sparks.
Without giving him any time to prepare, several more darts tore through the air!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The darts formed a line, leaving a series of holes in the car door.
Seizing this opportunity, Julius Reed leaned back abruptly.
Standing on the other side of the car.
"Mad Dragon, greetings!"
Black Wolf wore sunglasses, a camouflage vest, and combat shorts, with boots crunching underfoot on the ground.
He was brimming with a murderous aura!
"Quite a unique way to say hello!" retorted Julius Reed with a mask on, giving the man before him a once over, and stated calmly, "State your name, and if I'm in a good mood, I might leave a place for your spirit."
"Oh, of course! If I'm not, I might just dump your ashes into the toilet and flush them away," he added with a laugh.
Trouble had come!
The man was a Grandmaster.
