"We thought about playing with her a bit, but now that we're ready to talk business, let's just have him roll out."
Julius Reed said casually, without even glancing back.
This demeanor made Pruitt Wilde even more convinced of his own thoughts.
The young man in front of him was unfathomable.
He knew about the connection to Hidden Gate, and his bodyguards were this strong.
Not simple at all.
"Your subordinate just now held back in every move, no killing intent, but now, how could his every move be filled with immense murderous intent?"
Pruitt Wilde decided to stand there and see what tricks the young man had up his sleeve.
"I have some fame in the martial arts world myself, but I've never seen such a peculiar person. Almost... it's two different people."
He kept his eyes fixed on Hawthorne, constantly pondering in his heart.
A martial artist's foundational style is usually hard to change once established.
