The aura that made Logan Sean and the others so nervous obviously belonged to no ordinary person.
Phoebe Billy rushed forward, forcing a smile as he said, "M-Mr. Shah, what brings you here..."
The man called Jagger Shah glanced at Phoebe Billy and said coldly, "Are you people at the Capital City Martial Arts Association really starting to see yourselves as the bosses?"
Phoebe Billy's face shifted. He quickly replied, "Not at all—it's a misunderstanding..."
Jagger Shah slammed his palm on the table with a loud bang, shouting, "Who told you to mess with the Divine Alchemist Pavilion?"
Phoebe Billy nervously laughed, "It wasn't us—it was the Great Saint Sect. It has nothing to do with us..."
Jagger Shah frowned slightly and continued coldly, "The higher-ups have always been tolerant about martial arts issues, but I'm warning you: don't push your luck."
"Y-yes, yes..." Phoebe Billy nodded quickly.
Jagger Shah snorted, "Is Finn Darby locked up here?"
