"This is..."
Prescott Leopold has lived for hundreds of years and is already a worldly-wise character.
Hearing Han Caldwell say this, he hurriedly took a close look.
But Hayden Caldwell's face was covered by a silk scarf, with bloodstains on it, making it impossible to see her features clearly.
However, judging by her demeanor and luxurious attire, one could guess she wasn't an ordinary person.
"The second young lady of the Caldwell Family, Hayden Caldwell." Han Caldwell said this slowly as he began to stride towards Hayden Caldwell.
Although his voice was calm, void of any emotional fluctuations.
Everyone present knew that Han Caldwell intended to kill.
"This..." Godfrey Leopold was dumbstruck, wanting to explain, but his mouth seemed frozen, unable to utter a word.
The Boulevard might be cold, but this kind of chill didn't mean much to a Martial Artist.
Yet the human aura emanating coldness could make a Martial Artist shiver with fear!
