Basil Jaak's tone carried an undeniable strength, emitting a natural coercive force!
Initially, when he roamed Africa, it was this overwhelming presence that stifled others!
Upon hearing this, Bertha's delicate eyebrows furrowed, as she looked carefully at Basil Jaak once more, unable to believe that this man, with such low cultivation, dared to speak to her this way.
"Are you threatening me?" Bertha's gaze suddenly sharpened, coldly looking at Basil Jaak, she said, "I, Bertha, have never been threatened in my life! What does it matter to me if I know Kitty More's identity? Daring to compete with me for the Ice Spirit Fairy Fruit, I won't show any mercy! And you? Do you even qualify to threaten me?"
Feeling the scorn in Bertha's tone, Basil Jaak snorted coldly, knowing that this frosty woman was ruthless and looked down on everyone else; if he did not display the strength to fight her, she probably wouldn't take him seriously.