Alex stared at his old schoolmate coldly, as a storm brewed in his eyes.

He knew that he could crush this man’s hand if he wanted to. If he did, the man would never be able to heal from the wound, nor would Alex need to take responsibility for harming him.

He had killed twenty people last night, so he was still quite blood-thirsty.

Carebear suddenly felt a shiver down his spine as Alex kept glaring at him. It was as if he had been preyed on by an ancient beast. His heart was pounding out of his chest.

This man was Barry Carlson and used to be one of Alex’s minions back in university.

He came from an average household where his parents operated a boutique. It was enough to provide them a blissful life, but not enough to be considered wealthy.

However, looking at him now, it would seem that he had made a slight fortune.

Barry was nervous. “What do you think you’re doing? Are you going to fight me here?”

Alex let him go, not saying a word.

‘Today is a schoolmate’s wedding, it wo