Chapter 507

Jason's attitude was quite arrogant, his eyes appraising Theophilus as if he was merely prey.

In his eyes, an Empyrian like Theophilus stood no chance against a world-class underworld figure like himself.

Approaching him was akin to seeking death.

Theophilus let out a cold laugh.

Did these foreigners, like frogs in a well, presume to gauge his strength?

“Frogs in a well.”

Theophilus shook his head, speaking indifferently.

“Ha ha, I get your meaning, Empyrian." Jason mocked: “Oldest Young Master, do you think we're underestimating you?”

“Hmm, honestly, it's not that I underestimate Empyrians like you, it's just that Empyrians like you are merely trash." Jason said with contempt.

“You're no exception, I look down on garbage like you!”

Jason was carelessly arrogant, toying with a butterfly knife in his hand, spinning it expertly and reflecting a cold light.

Theophilus’s expression didn&