Chapter 132

As soon as Timothy's voice fell, a cold, sinister presence emerged from all directions in the rain. Eerie green flashes shimmered under the moonlight, carrying a chilling and strange aura. The faint scent of blood hung in the air.

Timothy ran a hand through his slightly damp hair, his cold eyes sweeping calmly through the darkness. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

At some point, dozens of figures had appeared around him. All were dressed in black, their eyes icy and menacing, like ghosts in the night.

"Who the hell are you? You must have a death wish!"

Timothy took the last drag of his cigarette, crushed it under his foot. Then, he cracked his neck with a grin. "Are all of you from Norgon?"

The leader of the shadows was a burly man with a long braid, wearing a sleeveless vest. A scar ran down his face from his eye to his neck, and his eyes were as cold and venomous as a snake's.

At Timothy's words, his pupils contracted, and a murderous gleam flashed in his eyes.