Drake Stuart's face was also exceedingly grim; Troy Milton was his uncle, and they often drank together, harboring quite good feelings toward each other.
Originally, he had hoped to use Nathan Green's death to help Troy Milton ascend to the throne of the local tyrant of Qin Province, but he hadn't expected him to die like this.
"Say something, will you!" Naomi Milton urged anxiously.
Drake Stuart's face darkened, his voice irritated and impatient, "The martial arts competition of the seven provinces is tied to the fate of the entire Stuart Family. Why are you starting trouble at this time? Aren't you just looking for trouble?"
"Am I the one causing trouble?"
Naomi Milton's face turned a shade of dark green, blue veins popping out on her forehead and neck as she ground her teeth and said, "That bastard killed my brother! Am I the one causing trouble?"
