Right now, Walton Greer stared at Paul Randall and me with pure greed in his eyes.
Even though he was facing the well-known Paul Randall and me, Walton Greer didn't look scared at all!
"Walton Greer, did you come here to get yourself killed?" I stepped forward and spoke in an icy tone.
Walton Greer ran his tongue across his lips and smiled wickedly. "Mason Raymond, every Martial Saint on earth is hunting for you. Never thought you'd be hiding in this place..."
I let out a cold laugh. "Then you're not walking out of here alive."
"Hahahaha!"
When he heard that, Walton Greer broke into loud laughter.
His face was pure arrogance, and that weird energy around him kept pulsing stronger.
"The Capital City Martial Arts Association sent me here today to take out Paul Randall, but I never imagined I'd get a bonus prize." Walton Greer narrowed his eyes as he spoke.
My brow creased slightly.
Kill Paul Randall?
