chapter 30 Leave in style

Herbert Smut looked at Winston Lapwood under the setting sun. His face was expressionless, his features were straight and sharp, but his eyes were as red as blood, his gaze was like a sword, and he was full of murderous aura, like a cultivator who had walked out of hell.

Luo.

His heart trembled, his soul feared.

"Liu, Winston Lapwood, you are in big trouble."

"court disaster"

Winston Lapwood voice was as cold as winter water.

Slowly walked...