A Father And His Wolves

Killing people?

Who were you going to kill?

Sean's words filled Grayson Miller with a deep sense of unease. When he sat up, he gave Sean a cold stare and asked, "Mr. Mason, are you here to make trouble?"

From Grayson Miller's reaction, Sean could confirm that the gang leader didn't rat him out.

Grayson Miller didn't know his identity.

"No."

Sean shook his head and said, "I never pick on other people unless they pick on me first."

Grayson Miller said, "I've never met you, Mr. Mason, so I don't seem to be giving you any trouble."

"Yes, we've never met."

Sean looked over his shoulder at the four ready bodyguards and asked, "So, all I said was what I did for a living. Mr. Miller, why are you so nervous?"

"A clear conscience is not afraid of ghosts. Or, are you clear?"

The three of them did not know the exact course of the unjust case five years before. But they all knew that their family's rapid rise south of town was due to the division of the Wright family's property.

In recent years, they had rampaged freely in the south of the city. Of course, they had done a lot of bad things.

They had offended a lot of people, too.

Otherwise, why would they have to carry around so many bodyguards?

"I don't believe in ghosts."

Grayson Miller snorted, "I'm not even afraid of people. So why should I be afraid of ghosts? Well, since you're in the business of killing people, unfortunately, I'm not interested in that business."

"So..."

Then he winked up at the bodyguards.

Immediately one of the bodyguards reached out and motioned, "Mr. Mason, please."

It was a send-off!

Sean sat still in the recliner, showing no sign of getting up and leaving. He sighed and said, "Unfortunately, Mr. Miller is not interested in this line of business. But someone else is." "What do you mean?"

Grayson Miller asked impatiently, "Who sent you here? How much did he pay you? What did he want you to do for him?"

"I came here today with one question to ask and one thing to do. Mr. Miller, if you can give me a satisfactory answer and give me what I want, I will leave."

Sean just said what he wanted.

"Take him down."

Fed up, Grayson Miller jumped to his feet and gave the order. The four bodyguards surrounding Sean did not hesitate to strike at the same time. Two of them pressed Sean's shoulders and the other two grabbed his arms.

In an instant, four against one, Sean was pinned to the recliner, unable to move.

Sean didn't fight back. He just looked up at the menacing Grayson Miller and asked, "Mr. Miller, is that the answer you gave me?"

"Oh, you wish!"

Grayson Miller assumed that if Sean was in the business of killing people, he must be a ruthless desperado who was very strong and had a lot of skills. And now, he saw Sean being taken down by his bodyguards in minutes. The rock hanging over his heart finally fell, and his usual swagger was soaring.

He couldn't help pointing at Sean's nose and said, "How dare you act like that in front of me! What the hell are you? Killing people, right? I can do that, too!"

"Beat him! Until he can't take care of himself! Find out who's behind him!"

He swore so loudly that the bodyguards around the pool were alarmed.

As well as Caleb Taylor in the pool.

Caleb Taylor was holding a beautiful woman in one hand, cuddling, and having a good time. Hearing the noise, he turned his head and shouted, "Gray, what's going on?" "Nothing."

Grayson Miller replied, "Rich kid from out of town, it turned out he's a big, dumb jackass. He's trying to be a jerk to me, you keep playing. I'm gonna kick his ass today." Caleb Taylor didn't pay much attention to it, and he just turned around and took the two beautiful women in his arms and went straight to the bottom of the water to have fun. But when Grayson Miller looked back, he was surprised by what he saw.

He was up!

Grayson Miller just turned his head and had a word with Caleb Taylor. In less than ten seconds, Sean stood up from the deck chair with the four bodyguards holding him together. The four bodyguards were still holding Sean's shoulders and arms. They were startled, their teeth gnashed, and they looked labored, as if they were straining themselves out. Four against one. Still, they couldn't hold Sean down.

"You!"

Grayson Miller's face turned so intense that he stepped back and yelled at the four bodyguards, "Useless trash! I spent all that money raising you like dogs! Have you not eaten?"

The four bodyguards were also cursing silently.

"Fuck! We have."

"But this guy is really strong! Very strong! Incredibly strong!"

"If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?" they thought to themselves.

"You think I was bluffing."

"Right?"

Sean paid no attention to the four bodyguards. His cold eyes were fixed on Grayson Miller like hawks, and he said disappointedly, “In case you didn't know, I gave you the opportunity to settle this peacefully. If you answer my questions truthfully, I don't want to hurt anyone."

"It's a pity that you didn't take the chance. Now, you've lost that chance..."

Boom!

After Sean said that, the dark strength in his body suddenly burst out like a tempestuous wave. Suddenly, a strong force of gas broke through his body, and then it crashed out in all directions. "Ouch!"

"Damn it!"

"What's that?"

There was a continual cry of alarm. The next moment, the bodies of the four bodyguards clutching Sean seemed to be flying out of control with invisible fists.

After a flurry of noise. Two of them landed on the cold floor, and the other two fell into a nearby swimming pool.

Through it all, Sean just stood there and didn't move!

Dark energy!

It was silent, colorless, and invisible, like the wind.

If we blew a breath, the wind was so small that it was almost negligible and would not cause any harm to human body.

What if it was a force five wind?

What about force eight?

What about a force ten?

What if you were standing on top of a force ten wind?

The power was infinite!

In an instant, it could blow a person thousands of miles away, or even tear their body apart!

It was an appalling sight!

"You, you you..."

Grayson Miller was absolutely stunned. His eyes were torn, his heart quavered, his legs were weak, his tongue seemed tied, and he could not speak clearly. Instead of the arrogance in his eyes, he looked at Sean with an indescribable fear and awe.

It was a long time before he could ask, "Are you a man or a ghost?"

"Does it really matter?"

Sean asked back, "Mr. Miller, I thought you said just now that you're not afraid of anyone. And why should you be afraid of ghosts?"

With that, he picked up his steps and walked over to Grayson Miller.

Grayson Miller was pulling back.

As one of the Three Golden Young Men, Hudson was vice president of the Hilshire City Martial Arts Association. Grayson Miller and Caleb Taylor were also good at martial arts.

But after witnessing what happened, Grayson Miller couldn't stand up to Sean right now.

He was frightened to the core!

When the bodyguards around the pool saw what was happening, they realized something was wrong, and they rushed over.

Sean still didn't care.

He even deliberately walked slowly, step by step. His footsteps were light, but they seemed to tread on Grayson Miller's heart, driving him into a little despair.

Every debt had its debtor.

After all, the men who set Sean up was their fathers, and Sean came here to track down Phyllis, not to make a scene.

And now he had changed his mind!

Since he was here, let's start with the Three Golden Young Men and clean up all the enmity with the three families in the south of the city in the past five years.‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒