Chapter 30 Making A Call
Snorting, Jared threw a slap with his hand. Despite not being the first to attack, he managed to land his strike on the stall owner first. Upon impact, the stall owner spun in a few circles before coming to a stop.
The slap caused his already pudgy face to swell even further, making him look even more like a pig.
“Get him, and kill him!” the stall owner bellowed.
With that, the group of burly men roared as they charged at Jared.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
In the blink of an eye, the men were kicked back by Jared. Upon crashing onto the ground, none of them were able to get back up.
Stunned by what they saw, the hollering traders fell silent. In fact, they attempted to slip away after realizing that Jared wasn’t someone they could afford to mess with.
Having regained his senses, the stall owner scowled. “Kid, how dare you cause trouble here in Antique Street? Do you know who owns this turf? The Templar Regiment! Mr. Lewis runs this place, and you’ve gotten yourself in some real trouble by kicking up a fuss here!”
The stall owner knew that once he brought up the Templar Regiment, everyone would quiver in fear and flee.
After all, it was common for trouble to break out in Antique Street. Hence, throwing that name around had always come in useful.
“The Templar Regiment?” Jared sneered. “What are you going to do if I told you I’m not afraid of them?”
“Who isn’t afraid of us, the Templar Regiment?”
Just as Jared spoke, a piercing voice rang out. In the next moment, the crowd quickly stepped aside to open a path.
A man with a scar on his left cheek approached them. Behind him were more than ten menacing-looking men.
Regardless of the stall owner or the crowd, everyone was filled with terror at the sight of the men.
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