The fearless Jaxen Brandon, now, was actually shivering with cold.
In his opponent's eyes, he thought he saw a torrent of murderous intent.
But soon, he realized he had lost his composure.
This was in front of half of Gonzalez City's elite, and he had been slapped across the face!
Thinking of the group behind him, Jaxen Brandon's anger flared.
"Kill him for me!"
His gaze was dark, the left side of his face visibly swelling from the slap.
From childhood to adult, it had always been Jaxen Brandon hitting others.
Being struck by someone was a first for him today!
And it was a slap to the face, in front of so many young nobles of Gonzalez City!
Whoosh!
A number of youths immediately charged forward, clashing once more with Aron Jackson's men.
Just as conflict was about to erupt again, another group of people burst in through the door.
These people were uniformly dressed, obviously well-trained bodyguards.
"Uncle Leopold!"
