Spencer was so furious that he started scratching his head. This man appeared so calm even on the brink of death. He wondered which demon descended from hell and possessed him. How could he be so brazen?
"Ohhh, timid, huh? Since you’re so afraid of scaring her, then you'd better not yell when I skin you alive later.”
Spencer waved his hand, and the guards behind him immediately surrounded Jay and the others.
Grayson came in front of Jay almost at lightning speed, protecting his master behind him.
Spencer was stunned at the scene. "A martial artist?"
His eagle eyes sank. “Capture them all and bring them to me. I want to interrogate them clearly.”
The Yorks' stronghold's guards were all relatively young and inferior lads. Perhaps it was so they would be unobtrusive to outsiders.
Grayson alone was able to knock them all to the ground.
Spencer frowned and yelled about his unfilial son, " Cole, that b*stard son of mine. Didn't he say that these six tourists consist of one blind person, one sickly person, a terrified couple, and two who look slightly
more useful but are busy dragging around their piglike teammates? Now just one of them is able to defeat our platoon. Go and call that b*stard over here and ask him to solve our problem.”
Carson was dumbfounded.
"Old Master, if you ask me to disturb the young master’s drunken stupor just because of this small issue, he'll cut me alive instead," said Carson with a bitter expression.
Spencer was irritated when he heard the words' drunken stupor'. His son had become a degenerate ever since he came back from his mission three years ago.
Spencer unexpectedly said, "Are you stupid? Don’t you know how to exaggerate the situation? You... You tell him that these two martial artists are too superb and have defeated his father in a single blow."
Carson was stunned on the spot.
The lie was too extravagant... The old master's martial arts skills were of a grandmaster's level, and he was a solo hero who crossed lines of armies, sweeping through thousands of troops.
His martial arts feats surpassed those of fictitious boundaries.
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