Chapter 130: Is White Mitchell Inferior to Hans Weiden?

Just as Old Madam Jones's cane was about to fall, a sudden, indifferent voice sounded in the ears of the Jones family members, echoing like the grim reaper's scythe itself.

"If you dare to harm a single hair on Sherry's head, I'll toss you out immediately. If you don't believe me, try me!"

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a chill swept over them from behind, sending shivers down their spines as if they had plummeted into an icehouse.

Old Madam Jones's raised cane paused in mid-air, as if obstructed by an invisible force, it simply wouldn't fall.

Gulp!

Old Madam Jones subconsciously swallowed, then silently glanced at White Mitchell.

However, that look almost triggered a heart attack in her.

"Why are this kid's eyes so frightening? Could it be that he has killed people in prison?" Old Madam Jones felt unease in her heart, and subconsciously lowered her cane.