Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 1038

Out of what they had expected, the men around were all stunned by what they saw.

A clear red palm print was clearly seen on the face of Finlay. In pain and fear, he covered his face with his hands and forced back his tears, glaring at Maximilian. For Finlay's whole life, Maximilian was the first one who dared to slap him like that.

"How dare..!" Out of anger and grievance, Finlay failed to force out anything from his mouth.

Maximilian answered plainly, "You are the one who started everything. I'm leaving now."

Finlay uncontrollably yelled at his men, "What the hell are you guys doing? Just stop him!"

However, his men, who had just been taught a lesson by Maximilian, did nothing but look at each other speechlessly and desperately, daring not to block Maximilian's way.

As Maximilian was about to walk out of the door, he bumped into a middle-aged man, who had a sharp and fierce look in his eyes as if there was nothing that could ever hide from him.

As their bodies bumped with each other, Maximilian frowned and felt there was strong endogenous power within the man. Luckily, the power hidden inside of Maximilian was strong enough to resist that of the man and knock him backwards.

The middle-aged man took several steps backwards and looked at Maximilian astonishingly. As an expert on internal power, he was stunned to find that this young man was at a high level of that.

Uncontrollably, he looked at Maximilian approvingly, since in his opinion, except for those young masters of the Berry Family, few young men in W city could ever have such high lever of internal power as Maximilian did.

At this time, Finlay ran out of the door, and was frightened to see the man. He was Finlay's father.

Trembling, Finlay whispered to his father, "What are you doing here, dad?"

"I just came here to visit you. I heard that you've been doing well in government, and are always busy helping people with their troubles, is that true?" The middle-aged man smiled.

In anxiety, Finlay offered an awkward smile. Those sayings were all rumors that he made, by which he could veil his inability and rascalities.

What he had never expected was that his father would ever come around to check all these by himself. He wiped his forehead, and was too frantic to explain anything.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's expression became stiff as he noticed the red palm print on his son's face.

One of the things that he could never tolerate was that someone ever bullied his own son.

"Hey, what happened to your face? Who did that to you?" The middle-aged man asked in a serious and caring tone. Inside of his head, he sweared he would make the one who did this pay for it.