The young man looked scholarly, even wearing glasses. At first glance, he could have passed for a young university lecturer.
But Bevis sensed an extremely dangerous aura coming from him, like a savage, ferocious beast.
A thin sheen of cold sweat broke out on Bevis's forehead. He knew he'd run into a tough opponent.
In the past, the cautious Bevis would definitely have abandoned the key and left, avoiding trouble for the time being.
But now he was carrying out Fang Cheng's orders. Naturally, he couldn't just run away.
"Sorry, I killed this Chupacabra leader, so the key is mine."
"But I'd already badly wounded it, forcing it to hide somewhere. You just barged in at the last moment. Is that really appropriate?"
"That's not my problem."
The smile vanished from Joyce's face. The little patience he had left ran out, and he strode toward Bevis. "Hand it over, or die!"
Joyce had finally tracked down the Chupacabra leader and wounded it, only for it to escape when he let his guard down.
After wandering all over London, he'd searched nearly the entire city. This was the only place left. He'd just arrived, only to see someone else casually take down the prey he'd spent so long hunting.
Joyce was well-mannered enough not to fly into a rage and start cursing.
When Joyce approached, Bevis instinctively stepped back, the urge to run rising in him.
He hadn't been so pathetic when facing Fang Cheng because Fang Cheng hadn't exuded any presence at all. He'd seemed like an ordinary person.
Joyce, on the other hand, made no effort to hide his aura or hostility. Bevis was already a bit of a coward, and he immediately buckled under the pressure.
Bevis shouted at Joyce, "Don't come any closer! I'm a subordinate of