Rage burned through Logan Sean's chest like wildfire.
The details this young man had shared were things Logan had discovered only recently.
He never could have predicted that such news would reach the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
"Booker, watch your tongue," Sybil Cooper warned sternly from the side.
The young man called Booker retreated two steps, keeping quiet.
Sybil Cooper then rose and declared, "Mr. Sean, hiring bodyguards is perfectly acceptable. What specifications do you need?"
Logan Sean let out a dismissive snort. "The more powerful, the better."
Sybil Cooper grinned. "Come with me then."
Both men stood and walked straight into the Martial Arts Association's deeper prison areas.
Before long, they reached Mabel Sean's holding cell.
Looking at Mabel Sean's ashen face, Logan Sean's expression shifted subtly.
Mabel Sean, confined behind bars, jerked back in shock.
She appeared ready to speak but seemed too weak, unable to voice a single word.
