Ward Owen blew up in fury.
He had been taught all his life to always stay humble, never showing off just because his family was well-off.
So, even though he was usually a troublemaker, he was well-mannered.
But the fact that he was now spewing profanities showed that his anger had spiraled out of control.
The man who opened the door was definitely not an ordinary person but a violent criminal with a record.
Hearing Ward Owen's cursing, the man didn't care. Instead, he magically pulled out a shiny, cold dagger and aimed it at Ward Owen's face.
"So, who are you? You see that Harrison Clark is going to have his hand broken, and you can't bear it? You want to play a round too? I think you have so much flesh anyway, losing a bit won't matter, right?"
Ward Owen immediately shut up.
He could see it now.
The guy had absolutely no idea who he was.
He also had no idea whose Magotan this was.
