His words did not provoke any reaction from William Moore; he still stood there lightly, with thin blue smoke swirling in front of him. His gaze appeared exceptionally murky and obscure within the mist.
The young master of the Moore family, the Pavilion Master of the Dark Chamber, a man who controls the entire black market drug flow, naturally is not as pristine as he appears. The blood that has flowed through his hands likely surpasses the amount of substances he's handled.
Brandan Hyde saying these words is akin to swallowing his pride. For a man whose self-esteem towers above the sky to say such things to William Moore now, anyone familiar with him might be utterly astonished.
William Moore extinguished his cigarette on the trunk and lifted his eyes to coldly glance at Brandan Hyde. Without uttering a word, he simply waved and led his men deeper into the forest.
Brandan Hyde watched his silhouette, feeling complex emotions stirring within him.
