Guest house.
Several Hawthorne family disciples were thrown in front of Len Hawthorne.
They were still injured and struggling fiercely.
Their eyes were filled with fear as they stared at Len Hawthorne.
Len Hawthorne stood condescendingly in front of them, his eyes filled with contempt that made the several Hawthorne family disciples angry.
As for them, they felt, if he had the guts, he'd let them go.
A young master who could only threaten people with his menacing aura wasn't much better than them.
"Let them speak."
A team member ripped off the tape from their mouths.
The tearing of their facial hair was extremely painful.
"Len Hawthorne, what do you want by bringing us here?"
"Are the injuries on us the result of your doing?"
"Don't think that bringing us here can make you do whatever you want, the Hawthorne family knows we came to Thompson County, and if anything happens, you will not escape."
"Let us go, and have a fair duel."
The team members laughed.
