Chapter 1595: Funeral
"Do you think I’ll let you see it without verifying your identity first?"
Julius Reed replied confidently, "Or, you could try taking it by force."
Upon hearing this, the face of the Martial Artist in the town immediately flushed red.
This was contempt!
Looked down upon!
In a room full of people, facing just two of them, and yet the other side dared to speak so boldly.
But no matter how displeased they felt, they had to endure it.
After all, this was someone who could kill the Undead Tribe.
"You’re joking, my lord. I know your skills well. If I were to let you encounter Quella Radcliffe, what’s left to discuss? I might as well hand you my head directly, would that not be better?"
Devlin’s tone was light, yet he remained tense.
"Devlin, don’t say I didn’t warn you. This Break Sky, it’s a fake." Julius Reed lifted a black cloth bag, gesturing with it, "The real one is in your hands. So if you want the knife, I can give it to you. But you must let her go. Otherwise, you will rest in peace here."
A threat!