"Are you trying to get yourself killed by being so arrogant toward our Dominating Martial Arts Hall?"
A martial master, eager to prove himself, stepped forward and grabbed the man in the hemp clothing by the collar with his right hand!
"Good, very good." The man in the hemp clothing was not panicked at all; instead, he said with excitement, "Mr. Percival, it seems you have some misunderstandings about our Funeral Alliance."
"Misunderstand your ass!" The martial master cursed angrily and lifted the man in the hemp clothing high.
Darrell Percival had lost his son and was furious. Now with this clueless person causing trouble, the martial master wouldn't miss such an opportunity.
A good performance could surely replace the deceased sixth son of the Yorktown Family and become the deputy chief instructor.
"Stop!" Darrell Percival shouted angrily.
The higher one's status, the more things they come into contact with, and their vision becomes broader.
