He Junhao believed he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth—what sort of scene hadn't he encountered?
Yet, at this moment, Chu Hao's presence completely outshone him, exuding a kingly aura He Junhao had previously seen in only one other person: the one-hundred-and-twenty-year-old patriarch of the He Family.
He Junhao took a deep breath, suddenly wary. "Who exactly are you?" he asked.
Chu Hao boasted, "Does who I am really matter? If you want to kill someone, why care about their identity?"
"DING... Host's casual showing off has earned 900 show-off points."
So domineering!
Mu Xue and the other woman gazed at Chu Hao with admiration, their eyes sparkling.
He Junhao's mouth twitched. He wanted to retort, but Chu Hao's words seemed to carry some truth.
It wasn't the strength of an enemy that was fearsome, but an enemy who could be pretentious and still be right.
He Junhao inhaled deeply, his tone cold. "You just wait. I, He Junhao, have never been afraid of anyone."
