Ambrose Young's smile froze on his face.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
In Swimming City, no one had dared to speak to him in this manner before.
With such an attitude, such words.
"You're asking for death!" His bodyguards were just about to rush over, but were stopped by Ambrose Young.
"Cough, this person is really interesting." Ambrose Young said with a smile, resolving the awkwardness himself: "Nonconformist, I like it."
While speaking, he continuously kneaded his right wrist with his left hand.
Those familiar with Ambrose Young, seeing this scene, would definitely be sweating bullets.
This was a prelude to murder.
"Brother!" Watching Julius Reed's receding figure, Merrill Caldwell mustered her courage, stood on tiptoes, and shouted, "Can I know your name?"
Hope and nervousness filled her eyes.
Fearful that he would ignore her.
Julius Reed paused in his stride, and Merrill Caldwell excitedly clutched the corner of her clothes, gently biting her lip.
