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“Sir, do as you see fit!” Rosalyn seemed disappointed and walked away.
“Do as I see fit? Hmph, I don’t need a woman like you to comment on my actions!” Nataniel had a
displeased expression beneath his mask.
Meanwhile, the rain gradually receded outside the Pavillion.
Timothy glanced around at their humiliating condition. He gritted his teeth and ordered, “Let’s go!”
Then, he proceeded to walk in the direction they came from.
“Timothy?” Some of the disciples were confused.
Lewis Martial Arts School existed for many years and had fought in numerous battles without ever
losing. But losing did not scare them. They knew not to give up even if they lose, and they could always
call more people to help win the next battle.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, this time, Timothy said nothing but ordered everyone to leave. How could this group of
people, who were used to dominating Spring Street, bear with such indignity?
Sensing none of them following him, Timothy turned around, glared at them, and said sternly, “Do my
orders mean nothing?”
The band of sworn brothers noticed something wrong with Timothy’s expression. Thus, they forced
themselves to bear the pain and began to follow him.
Timothy saw how dejected everyone was and sighed to himself. Perhaps ignorance is bliss. If all of you
knew the significance of that young man’s Protective Force Field, none of you would dare to fight them
again.
Their powers are beyond human. It is impossible to defeat them even if we call for more people to back
us up.
His heart thumped with a sudden realization as he thought about this. Why would a young
Grandmaster capable of creating Protective Force Field bother to murder an insignificant thug who had
only trained in the basic techniques for a few years?
Even if Braxton offended Jacob, Jacob could stealthily shoot him dead with a slap in the air. Why would
he need to use a dagger?
Does this mean the disciple at the station lied? What does he stand to gain by lying?
Timothy’s expression was solemn as he walked in the rain. His eyes flashed coldly.
Meanwhile, in an opulent room in the Pavillion, Jacob and Jerry stood together and quietly observed
Timothy leading one hundred Lewis Martial Arts School disciples away. They had arrived with
arrogance and pride but left in shame.
“What a joke!” Jerry sneered.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJacob’s eyes flashed coldly. “There are many people in Paramount who can’t wait to see us make a
fool of ourselves.”
“Make a fool of ourselves?” Jerry smiled proudly and continued, “Sir, just wait and see! I will make
those people revere me!”
Tap, tap, tap! Noises of high heels against the floor came closer and stopped before Jacob and Jerry.
“Sir!” Willow came into sight with her alluring figure, filling the air with her gentle fragrance. However,
she had an annoyed expression as she said, “Central Federation’s Aviation Administration Department
rejected my flight permit application.”
“Did you hear that? Someone is not only waiting to see our humiliation but personally causing us
trouble to create more drama.” Jacob glanced at Jerry calmly.
“How dare they reject our flight permit application?” Jerry’s eyes flashed intimidatingly.
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