Chapter 1868

Perseus greeted the man with a smile. "It's been a long time, Dubhe." He handed a cigarette to Dubhe, giving him a quick once-over. Winter had arrived, and Dubhe was no longer dressed in a singlet and flashy pants like he did in the summer. The change in attire made him look less greasy. Dubhe didn't take the cigarette. Instead, he stared at Perseus, his expression dark. "Did you kill him?" "Who are you talking about? Are you referring to Preston?" Dubhe scoffed. "Why bother asking when you already know the answer? You ruined my plan!" Perseus smirked coldly. "What's the matter, Dubhe? Are you not from Xancent either? Just another useless Jorlandian?" In the past, Perseus had feared Dubhe—he lacked both the strength and the confidence to stand against him. But now, things had changed. He wasn't entirely sure of his victory, but he estimated a 70 to 80 percent chance of winning. Dubhe narrowed his eyes. "Are you defying me now? Do you think you're powerful now?" In a flash