"Did you hear that? Young Master George, the son of our mayor, is going to participate in the Martial Arts Summit himself!" The hostess screamed into the microphone, making the information spread throughout the city like fire.
"Oh, fuck." George swore under his breath when he heard the consequences of his instinctive bragging. He looked at her in panic, wanting to make her stop shouting it so loudly.
"And he is in the same team of the top 5 disciples in the strongest sect in the continent, he might return home victorious!" She shouted in excitement, making the whole crowd chant George's name in devotion.
"Young Master George!"
"Young Master George!"
