Chapter 957

• Seeing his obedient response, Frank Holt seemed somewhat satisfied with his performance. His expression softened slightly, but when he turned to look at Evan Hardy, his beautiful eyes were filled with layers of icy coldness.
• "Evan Hardy, do you think your life is too long? If you want to die, just tell me directly. There's no need to make it so complicated. I will personally send you to hell." Frank Holt's voice was low but carried an invisible pressure, making people involuntarily shiver and even start to tremble.
• His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, like the soul-reaping Yama, as if he could decide the life and death of others with just a word.