On the second floor.
Claud was practicing calligraphy.
Trevon hummed as he walked over. He curled his lips and said, "Shadow Guards sound awesome, but they are lame ducks."
"Lame ducks in your eyes are already considered experts to ordinary people," Claud smiled and stopped writing.
On the paper, there were lines of words.
"Wait till autumn comes around. I'll bloom when other flowers are withered and gone."
"The rushing fragrance will be sure to sweep through Washington DC, and there'll be armors spreading all over the city."
"Whoosh."
A wave of monstrous killing intent was coming toward Trevon.
Trevon was shocked.
Claud's writing was enough to make him a brilliant artist. In America, only a few artists in this aspect could be compared with him.
It was also the reason why Trevon
