Sitting Alone on the Peak of Mount Bliz, Who in the World Would Dare to Call Themselves King

The young man was only thirty years old, but he was already a level-nine War God!

He was Tristan Yandell!

Only Braydon Neal would dare to call him little monkey.

Tristan almost peed his pants.

Braydon held the phone and smiled. "You actually dare to investigate me. Yuri is inviting you for a drink. Let's go and have a chat."

"Don't joke with me. The northern territory is a small place. People only go in and don't come out. Would that ruthless man in white be so kind as to buy me a drink?"

Tristan was not stupid. He sneakily said, "He definitely wants to beat me up. I'm not going back!"

"Tell me. You know my name, yet you still wanted to investigate me. Do you have some other motives in mind?" Braydon smiled.

Tristan's face was sullen. "When I was in the North, I didn't hear anyone mention your name for ten years. Especially when the old general was still there, no one dared to joke with you. They all called you young general.