However, what George never expected was that the black-clothed elder in front of him wasn't on the same level as the so-called 'martial artist' Derrick Curson he fought against a few days ago at all.
He had exhausted all his strength just by coming up to him.
The fist waving in the air stopped a few inches in front of the old man.
It was as if an invisible wall had appeared out of the air between George and the old man, separating them.
However, there was something different about George. At that moment, it was as though George had plunged into the air wall.
His entire body froze as if he was stuck in a dilemma.
"You're not Joshua?"
The old man who was carrying Leyla looked at George and asked as if he had understood something.
"I told you, I'm your grandfather!"
"Humph!"
The old man in black sneered.
"You're quite stubborn."
"But don't worry, I won't kill you."