Soon after, Heath respectfully opened the car door. From inside the car, an old man walked down with a cane. He was wearing a white suit and a white top hat, looking to be about 50 or 60 years old.
At first glance, he exuded a strong presence and seemed very robust.
That square face of his was full of majesty.
That was Master Bell!
He was one of the three underground heroes in Uppercreek!
Behind Master Bell, another old man in black followed. With his waist bent and his footsteps light, his pair of somber eyes scanned past the venue.
He noticed Philip at first glance.
Philip frowned and naturally noticed that the old man was not an ordinary person.
From the aura and walking posture, he should be a martial artist and an expert at that.
“Interesting. It’s no wonder this Master Bell is doing so well. He has such an expert in national martial arts by his side.”
An aloof smile appeared at the corners of Philip’s mouth.
When he was in the family back then, Philip had already been involved in national martial arts. In the eyes of most people, it was only for strengthening the body. However, in the eyes of a true expert, that was the art of killing!
Many fighting techniques were now mixed with national martial arts.
The masters of national martial arts were generally hidden in the secular world, fighting for the country, but that did not rule out some exceptions.
Some professional personal bodyguards of certain bigwigs were knowledgeable in national martial arts.
When Ivy saw Master Bell coming, her heart thumped in panic. She muttered, “It’s over, we’re done for this time! President Clarke is not here. What should I do?”
She had fully anticipated what would happen next.
Master Bell glanced at the people who Heath had brought, all of them with bruised noses and swollen faces. Even Heath had injuries on his face.
Heath hurriedly nodded and bent over to Master Bell, crying out, “Master Bell, this is the kid who disrespected you and beat us up. He also said arrogantly that he wants to see you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t let us go. Master Bell, you must stand up for us!”
Master Bell glanced at the wounds on everyone’s faces, and instantly, his expression darkened as his face turned pale.
Beating up his people… No one had dared to do so for many years.
It was because anyone who did this would either end up crippled or dead.
Master Bell suppressed the anger in his heart, glanced at the opposite side, and shouted in a low voice with an inviolable tone, “The person who did this, step out on your own volition, kneel, and beg for mercy!”
That was Master Bell’s attitude and dominance!
Everyone’s gaze simultaneously fell on Philip who was calm and composed.
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