Ignatius Leclair saw that the group of people had indeed died in that lawless zone, and the hostility in his eyes finally subsided a little.
If not for their bodies being nonexistent, he would have certainly dug them up to grind their bones into ashes, to ease the hatred in his heart.
As for Griffith Squire being the infamous Shiva of the Golden Triangle, he had known about it for a long time.
"In Hinduism, the deity Shiva represents destruction and slaughter. For someone to adopt such a name, they're absolutely not of upright character. Be cautious with all matters in Southeast Asia," Richard Shaw reminded him again.
Ignatius Leclair nodded.
"My matriarch has always been talking about you and your son. When you have time, bring little Zephyr over to Southeast Asia for a visit." The elderly Mrs. Howard, who had lived in quiet seclusion for many years, now craved nothing more than to see her great-grandchildren.
