Not only was Wilbur Lee having a major crisis about the situation, but Layne Naiswell and the others were also getting terribly anxious.

They knew their reputation would be ruined if they did not immediately rectify the situation.

After all, in a place of martial arts like Flutwell, disappointing others after giving them hope would cause a disaster.

Wilbur had no choice but to call for more takeouts while getting Layne and the others actually to teach something to calm everyone down.

If not, everything they did that day would turn into one big joke.

At this moment, a dozen people who looked like bodyguards showed up and pushed the crowd aside.

A pallid young man with luxurious items covering his entire body walked over. The man would occasionally cough when he came.

“Instructor Naiswell, my name is Aldo John. I visited the Martial Hall a few times while you were the lead instructor. I wanted you to teach me.

“I know that you were born from the Golden Palace! You are truly a top