Lucas frowned.
He was a top expert to begin with, and he had a very keen sense of the aura of others.
When he saw the young man with an evil smile on his face, he immediately felt uncomfortable.
The bloodthirsty intent in the young man's eyes was extremely intense, and the uncomfortable aura he exuded was sufficient evidence that he had killed many people before.
Standing in front of Lucas's car with folded arms and a sinister smile, he ordered self-righteously, "If you immediately get out of the car and come back with me to the Taylors to admit to your mistakes, I can spare your life!"
Lucas got out of the car without uttering a single word. After taking a glance at the menacing young man, he commanded coldly, "Get lost!"
A look of bloodthirsty anger immediately appeared on the young man's face. "Hahahaha, punk, you are really arrogant! The last person who dared to speak to me like that is long dead!"