Upon hearing Stout's words, a series of coughs erupted among the members of the Harvey clan's camp, and their faces were filled with speechlessness.
"The two of you are quite fearless in your ignorance." Mark Barber sneered. "Let me remind you, if everything goes as planned, Mr Motley will officially take charge of the internal affairs department of Nanrania next month!"
"Is that so?" Billy narrowed his eyes again, considering the situation.
"You injured so many of my people from Nanrania. How do you plan to explain that?" Benjamin Motley asked, looking at Billy.
"Your country's leader didn't instruct you, did he? After coming to Glavale, you shouldn't be too audacious." Billy responded.
"Rascal, who are you, and what qualifications do you have to speak to Mr Motley like this?" the young man who had spoken earlier retorted.
"How dare you be disrespectful to my boss? You're asking for death!" Before the young man could finish his sentence, Stout swiftly struck out with his palm.
Bang!
The young man was sent flying, tumbling several somersaults in the air before crashing into a large rock, blood flowing from his face.
"Hmm?" Benjamin Motley furrowed his brows. "You harmed my people, did you think we had no one who knows how to fight in Nanrania?"
"Do you have a problem with that? Then let's fight!" Stout continued provoking.
"You two are truly ignorant and fearless, daring to attack foreign dignitaries openly. You are picking an international quarrel. Even if the dignitaries from Nanrania were to kill you on the spot, you wouldn't..." Sheila Harvey started to speak coldly.
"If you say one more word, I'll make sure you never speak again!" Stout turned to her.
"You're quite brazen!" Elder Thornen from the Harvey clan stepped forward. "You can give it a try!"
"Alright!" Stout said, raising his hand to attack.
"Stout!" Billy spoke calmly. "Let's go home and have dinner. I'm getting hungry."
"Uh..." Stout hesitated for a moment before responding, "Okay, let's go home and eat. I don't want to bother with these people."
With that, the two of them turned and walked away.
"This is unacceptable! You can't just beat up our people and walk away like this!" Elder Thornen from Nanrania said angrily. "Today, you won't leave here without kneeling and apologizing!"
After saying that, he raised his hand and charged towards Billy and Stout, his aura soaring. He had heard from Mark Barber that Stout had the strength of a War Grandmaster, so he didn't hold back in his attack.
Benjamin Motley, who was standing on the sidelines, didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him. He let the elder attack freely.
"So, you finally decide to take action?" Stout said with a faint smile. With that, he moved swiftly and met the oncoming opponent.
After a single move, the elderly opponent took several steps back, his heart roiling with anger.
"Hmm?!" The old man clearly hadn't expected Stout's agility to surpass his own. After a brief pause, he raised his hand and waved, "Let's go together and finish him off!"
"Got it!" The group from Nanrania responded in unison and charged towards Billy and Stout.
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