chapter 92 Necola Collins’s thoughts

Brantson Collins stood there with his hands behind his hands, his eyes slightly narrowed.

To be able to dispatch so many masters in one go, one must be from a noble family.

"Do you have any last words?" The middle-aged man at the head looked Brantson Collins up and down, his tone was calm, but with cold murderous intent.

"I just want to ask."

"What's the grudge between you and me?"Brantson Collins asked, motionless.

"No grudges." The middle-aged man...