Mr. Flower touched the scars on his face, unable to stop them.
He could only watch helplessly as his employees, one by one, were beaten down to the ground like dead dogs.
In unbearable pain.
The disciples from Willson Pavilion acted swiftly and decisively, and in less than a minute, all of Mr. Flower's employees were lying on the ground, screaming incessantly.
Adding Mr. Flower himself, a disabled man, to the count, everyone summoned by Jake Carmichael ended up crippled.
Only Julius Reed watched all this calmly.
Without uttering a word.
"Make way, everyone!"
Just then, a shout came from outside the crowd, "I am Beckett Carmichael, please let me through!"
"Unless our boss orders it, even if you're the son of heaven, you'll have to stand outside!"
"Take one more step, and don't blame us for not being polite!"
Yet, Aron Jackson's employees didn't give Beckett Carmichael any respect, even prepared to get physical.
"Let them in."
