Marshall Tate was publicly humiliated by a junior, his anger suddenly irrepressible, "Didn't your elders teach you how to respect your seniors?"
As he spoke, Marshall Tate reached out with one hand toward Kash Lam, clearly aiming to kill the chicken to scare the monkey and shift everyone's attention.
Marshall Tate's giant hand hadn't yet touched Kash Lam when an elder with white hair coldly huffed, appeared in front of Kash Lam in a flash, and threw a punch. Fire lit up the sky and directly shattered Marshall Tate's giant hand.
The elder sneered, "The men of my Lam family conduct themselves honorably and sit upright; some people, shameless and unscrupulous as they are, don't deserve any respect as seniors. I think what he said was quite fitting. Are all of you from Rajevols like this? No wonder each generation is worse than the last!"
Marshall Tate's face suddenly turned blood-red; those words were a real slap in the face.
