The inn was in a mess. Some patrons were cursing angrily, some were running away in fear, and some were taking the chance to leave without paying. Mike and Jayden were busy fighting each other and couldn't be stopped. Many martial artists slammed on their tables angrily, flipped over the windows and rushed to the roof. Where did these b*stards come from? How dare they fight above their heads?
"I didn't even go to the Northern District to look for you, but you came here all the way yourself. You reckless i***t. Who do you think you are after leaving the Ancient City of Lightning?!" Jayden shouted angrily and his two fists pounded the air repeatedly, forming layers of golden waves in the air like a gale rolling under the tidal waves and directing the waves towards Mike.
"I don't care
