A big tub of runny, fresh out of the oven and piping hot shit that could take a person's life was thrown over.
That guy, I'll wipe his face with it!
The surrounding Gillette Household members paled as they jumped out of the way afraid that it would splash onto them.
McCollin was not psychologically prepared for this.
His own father was the Second Duke and happened to be sitting on top of the stage. His own cultivation level was very powerful and he was considered a pro in the Gillette Household. Even if Maxwell was given 10,000 times more courage, there's no way he would dare to act against him.
This was his capital for being arrogant. Moreover, would his level 4 bronze rank strength be afraid of a piece of trash if there was a fight?
That's why McCollin arrogantly glared and Maxwell with cold eyes of disdain. His conceited smile was saying: I ain't keeping my words so what can this piece of trash do to me?
