An identical person stands at the doorway.
Sharp gaze!
Saturated with killing intent!
The fake master is completely stunned.
Could it be that there's a backup for this forgery?
Han Caldwell and Sutton don't trust me?
Or is it that there's no harm in safety planning?
No matter which, it's not good news for him.
And those female Martial Artists glance at Julius Reed, then at the fake master, unsure of what's happening.
"Who are you!"
The fake master sneers, inwardly very angry!
Han Caldwell still doesn't trust me!
Yet all along, he has mimicked Julius Reed's every move, even his expressions were very similar!
How could a temporary substitute compare?
Fine!
Today, he will eliminate this counterfeit of a counterfeit!
Show Han Caldwell a point of view!
"Whose subordinate are you?" The fake master pushes away the female Martial Artist in his arms and picks up a wine jug from the table, pouring himself a glass.
