"Killed someone?"
Brant Fairbanks had mentally prepared himself for this.
After all, even though this kid could fight, his ability to cause trouble was also top-notch.
If it weren't for his presence today, this guy's body might have been chopped up and fed to the dogs.
That was Prescott Leopold and Han Caldwell!
Two renowned veterans in the martial arts world, yet they were infuriated to death by this kid.
"I was wondering what happened, turns out someone was killed." Brant Fairbanks let out a long breath.
In the martial arts world, fists are hard logic.
Disputes and killings are unavoidable.
On whose hands among martial artists isn't bloodstained?
Under whose lofty position lies heaps of bones?
As long as it's not someone significant, then so be it.
"Who did you kill?" Considering who Julius Reed killed today, Brant Fairbanks felt an inexplicable tension.
Hopefully, it's not an important figure.
