Chapter 102

Orson stared at Garrick, his gaze emanating an undeniable aura of intimidation.

The latter felt cold sweat running down his back.

After all, he was utterly powerless when faced with a martial artist.

Orson smirked and said, “My father's sixtieth birthday is coming up in a couple of days, so I don't wish to start a bloodbath just yet. However, after the celebration, I don't want to hear the name 'S