Spring breezes were not cold.
They even carried a trace of warmth.
But inside Picking Star Pavilion, the merchants shivered with an icy chill.
Julius Reed had actually poisoned Zahir Huntington?
And he blatantly admitted it?
One must know, this was the Huntington Mansion!
The place was sealed tight!
At the doorway, the 'madman' Anson Huntington stood guard!
Did he not fear death?
Or, did he truly possess such arrogant capital?
"Grandfather, I want to kill someone!"
Anson Huntington walked up to Julius Reed and said with a faint smile, "So it was you who crippled my brother?"
His eyes narrowed, emitting a murderous aura!
If ordinary people were looked at this way by him, they'd be scared stiff and dare not lift their heads.
But Julius Reed turned his head, offering a faint smile.
In his eyes, there seemed to be an Asura Hell.
It made Anson Huntington's body tremble, slightly losing his composure.
"Choose how you want to die!"