"Grand Elder, are there certain matters you need to explain to me?"
Jameson Simmons, the Clan Chief of the Simmons Clan, had a face taut with anger as he fixed his gaze sternly on the elderly man before him.
"Clan Chief, what is the...?"
South Simmons felt a foreboding sense of unease.
He knew the Clan Chief, knew that he wouldn't lash out without good reason.
"Heroic from the Saint Martial Arts College just left the Simmons Clan."
Jameson's face was wrought with insurmountable frustration as he gravely said, "Grand Elder, I entrusted this matter to you because I believed you could handle it well, particularly since it involved Roman, your biological grandson. However, your actions have been thoughtless, not only failing to kill Wyatt, but also creating needless trouble for our Simmons Clan."
Hearing Jameson's words, South finally understood what was going on, his face turning pale.
Could their plan have failed?
"Clan Chief, what exactly happened?"
