The Long-Haired Youth looked at Frank Yates with an expression of amused disbelief, letting out a cold sneer. "Kid, asking Young Master York to apologize to you? Are you tired of living?"
He raised his hand, ready to teach this arrogant fool a lesson. However, before he could strike, the man standing next to him grabbed his arm in a vice-like grip.
The man who stopped him had been present at the Jade Mansion Restaurant a few days prior. He had witnessed with his own eyes how Frank Yates had dismantled Uriah York—stabbing his hand to the table and forcing him to kneel.
He leaned in and whispered frantically into the Long-Haired Youth’s ear.
As the words landed, the Long-Haired Youth’s expression shifted rapidly—from arrogance to confusion, and finally to a pale shade of dread.
He froze
