Splash!
The dozen or so Booker Family disciples were in an uproar.
No matter what, this disciple was a Level-eight Battle Apprentice. Even in the Booker family, his talent was considered quite strong.
But now, with just a light punch, he was beaten to the point where he might be dead?
Trevor's face turned ashen. At this moment, Jaidon beating up his subordinate was akin to slapping his face.
His gaze towards Jaidon was filled with ruthlessness.
"Jaidon, don't push your limits. I'm just standing here and talking to you nicely because I think highly of you!"
Hearing this, Jaidon laughed.
'Talking to me nicely?'
'Your underling even wanted to slap my face. Is this what you mean by talking nicely?'
"If you were talking nicely just now, am I not talking nicely to you too?"
"This scum, it doesn't matter if I beat him up. Anyway, he's just one of you scums. Don't you agree?"
