Chapter 455 A Call from the Capital_1

"Big brother, how did it go?"

Aron Jackson hurriedly crushed out his cigarette butt and, with a quick jog, rushed towards Julius Reed.

This battle was like a clash of the gods; him going over would only add to the chaos and serve no purpose.

"He got away, the Three-Armed Underworld King, truly lives up to his reputation."

Julius Reed shook his head but casually said, "Go clean up this mess. That guy killed people, now I have to wipe his ass."

"Could he possibly…"

Aron Jackson was somewhat worried.

With such a brutal reputation, if that person really sought revenge, it would be very tricky to handle.

"Don't worry, my card was poisoned, he won't have the strength to challenge me again for three months."

Julius Reed looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "In three months, killing him will probably be as easy as flipping my hand."

As time passed, the energy inside the Dragon Ring continuously battered the seal within his memory.