Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 911

Clark was immediately upset. He knew Maximilian was blocking on his way to success, and he would have to overcome this obstacle anyhow.

Rowen said politely to Clark, "What should we do now? He just refused you."

"I know as much as you do," Clark looked at Rowen disdainfully. He was a smart guy, and he knew that Connor now ruled the underworld of H City, so he wouldn't do anything to piss Connor off. The consequence would be too hard for him to bear.

Rowen scratched his head and acted like a kid while he was being scolded by Clark. He didn't even want to explain.

"It doesn't matter. I will slowly contact the bigwigs in this city, and I'll finally get to Connor. I'll let him know that I'm more worthy of his loyalty than Maximilian," Clark smiled proudly.

Rowen kept kissing up and said, "You're right. Connor only trusts Maximilian because he was here for longer than you. Maximilian could never be your match in power."

Clark is so proud of himself now, thinking that Maximilian wouldn't be able to take one strike of his.

"But I want to have him tested first," Clark took his fan back and grinned a meaningful smile.

Behind him, there was a bald monk. The monk wore a simple robe and had a few scars on the top of his head. Ever since he met Clark, he had broken all his religious commandments.

The monk was holding a cigarette in his teeth. He snorted, "That weak brat? I could beat him with just one finger."

Clark was very satisfied with his momentum because that meant the monk was confident. It would be bad if the monk refused to have a face-to-face confrontation with Maximilian.

Maximilian hid the Hardy Ganoderma in his arms to protect it. Suddenly, he heard somebody stepping closer to him from behind. Some of the steps were heavy, while some were light.

Maximilian had a hunch that an enemy was approaching and would bring him trouble.

When he looked back, he saw a big fist heading to him. He dodged that attck easily, but more punches were thrown on him soon afterward.

Maximilian took a few steps back. He frowned when he said the attacker was a monk. The man was wearing a monk's robe, but his murderous looks made him so different from any other monks Maximilian had ever seen.

"You're s monk, but your eager to kill is so strong. I bet you must've killed lots pg prople," Li Mo said calmly.

Without any explanation, the monk attacked again, mumbling, "I'm here to release your soul from purgatory." He sounded very convincing.

Maximilian rolled his eyes. That was the most cunning way he had ever heard to say "killing somebody".

Seeing Maximilian and the monk were in a tie, Clark smiled disdainfully and said, "That's all you've got?"

The monk suddenly looked ferocious and waved a fierce punch at Maximilian. The attack was so sudden that ordinary people wouldn't be able to react against it.

"Take this!" The monk sneered. This was his signature move, the Sword Finger. Usually, it would only take one press to kill a man. The monk laughed as if he had seen how Maximilian died miserably.

Clark showed no sympathy on his face. On the contrary, he looked bored and said, "I had high expectations for you, but it turned out that you're so weak. You're not qualified to be my match."