Chapter 873: You Can Probably Only Go to Hell_1

Samuel Smith's father suddenly felt a chill down his spine; he abruptly turned around to find the man named Quincy Smith standing behind him, emitting a laugh that sent shivers down one's spine.

It sounded less like laughter and more like a soul-chasing, life-reaping sound.

Enough to make one's scalp tingle.

The reason why Samuel Smith's father brought this man named Quincy Smith along was mainly to compare him with Wyatt Ford and incidentally confirm whether they were accomplices.

However, at this moment, he felt both alarmed and a sensation of dread.

"Who… who exactly are you?" he asked the man.

The man called Quincy Smith lifted his head.

The look in his eyes had turned into an icy coldness that could freeze a person solid.

"Who do you think I am, Uncle?" His voice, too, had completely changed from just moments before.

After saying this, his posture also straightened, and his entire being suddenly seemed tall and imposing.