Timothy stared icily at John, genuinely stunned.
Never did he expect someone in this city would dare to address him in such a tone.
Looking down on him?
Who was this young man before him who dared to openly insult him, even knowing full well who he was?
The men behind Timothy, loyal followers, were already seething with rage.
Had it not been for Timothy's restraint, they would have lunged at John, fists and feet flying.
Yet John remained nonchalant, toying with the delicate wine glass in his hand, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of his words.
"Young man, it's best not to be so brazen," Timothy warned with a narrowed gaze, his tone dripping with menace. "You should know that trouble often springs from the mouth. Or do I need to remind you?"
