"Hmph! You dare touch me without knowing who I am ... You must be tired of living."
The well-dressed young man coldly snorted and glared at Wyatt Barnes, as if he wished he could turn into a ferocious beast and devour Wyatt right there and then.
"Kid, he's the Second Young Master of the Nicholson Clan... You dared to touch even him; you are clearly courting death!"
Standing next to the well-dressed young man, a member of the Romero Clan, Beckett Romero, also glanced at Wyatt, and sneered.
"Nicholson Clan?"
Wyatt Barnes murmured to himself.
Then, under the triumphant gaze of the well-dressed young man, Wyatt shook his head, "Sorry, I've been in Capital City for over half a year, but I've never heard of the 'Nicholson Clan' ... Is this Nicholson Clan very powerful?"
Having said that, Wyatt looked at the well-dressed young man and Beckett Romero, with a face full of curiosity.
"You... you!"
