One call of "Young Master Floyd" made Jose Floyd's presence even more oppressive, making Nicole feel as if the person in front of her wasn't a living being at all, but a millennium-old iceberg, exuding a chilling coldness that pierced to the bone.
Jose Floyd glanced at the car Nicole was leaning against, and when he saw the unique military license plate, he said in a cold tone, "You've been to the military but your skills haven't improved; you're still using the same tricks as before."
"..."
Is that disdain? Looking down on her?
Her skills, though not as good as his now, aren't as awful as he suggests, right?!
Sure, she can't beat him now, but can he be so confident that she'll never be able to?
Nicole paused as she eyed Jose Floyd's gaze, slightly furrowed her brows, and replied with a faint voice, "If my skills had improved dramatically, Young Master Floyd, you would be sleeping and eating uneasily."
