"Isaac, don't panic just yet!"
At this moment, an elderly man clad in a white Tang suit with an extraordinary demeanor stood up and said, "These bodyguards may be competent, but in the presence of us ancient martial artists, they are indeed trash that cannot withstand a single blow!"
"Whoever is so overbearing must be a powerful figure who has emerged from the ancient martial arts world!"
The speaker was clearly belittling the strength of the bodyguard team, but at this moment, Isaac Jones didn't have a trace of resentment. In fact, he was even grateful, knocking his head again and again in thanks.
After all, compared to one's life, what does bearing the name of uselessness count for?
Moreover, the elderly man was named Grayson Smith, an honored guest of Scooper Corporation with unfathomable strength. It wasn't just a matter of having the right to insult them; even if he killed them, no one would have the power to resist.
"Mr. Smith!"
