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!”

once he brought up the Templar Regiment, everyone would

trouble to break out in Antique Street. Hence, throwing that name

you going to do if I told you I’m not afraid of

of us, the Templar

voice rang out. In the

man with a scar on his left cheek approached them. Behind him

stall owner or the crowd, everyone was filled with terror at

here and even snatched the jade I wanted to

his

Scarface’s eyes lit up. “Kid,

one of Tommy’s

by name?” Emboldened by Scarface’s presence, the stall owner pointed at

at Scarface and flashed

a closer look, Scarface scoffed, “That’s just a worn-out bronze ring. What’s there to recognize? Now, hand over the jade, and I’m willing to forgive your

jade. When it glistened underneath the light, Scarface’s face

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