Kathleen Drake frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what I meant by "junk fish."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, I walked to a nearby table. Two young men sat there, and though they had concealed their breath, I still caught them.
I sat down beside them with a smile. "Schroeder Family's people?"
Their complexions changed momentarily, but the reaction quickly disappeared.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand," they both shook their heads.
I raised my hand and pressed it onto their shoulders. "Do you think I wouldn't find out about you?" I said coldly.
A huge pressure suddenly emerged!
The two men felt their shoulders cracking, as if they were about to be crushed!
"Tell your master there's no need to follow me. I won't run away. If he has any tricks, just bring it on," I said coldly.
Sweating profusely, they nodded repeatedly. "I... I understand."
