Declan strode towards Weston. Meanwhile, Weston laid on the ground like a dead dog, while looking up at Declan with horror.
"You're...you're a grandmaster!" Weston exclaimed in disbelief.
Declan stopped in front of Weston. He stepped a foot on his head, and spat disdainfully, "A grandmaster means nothing to me."
The lackeys around them paled. Weston! It was Mr. Xue on the floor! He was the grandson of Third Old Master Xue!
Someone had actually beat up Weston to this state. This was an enormous deal!
The underlings began to cower. As Weston had been beaten to a pulp, Third Old Master Xue would never let them off the hook. Moreover, the matter would not slide and the rest of their families and relatives would suffer as well.
"B*stard! Let Mr. Xue go!"
The lackeys shout
