“Harvey York?”

“You’re the owner of the Martial Hall?”

The butler sized up Harvey before chuckling coldly.

“You’re the legendary man who’s been fishing for fame, the so-called master who’d do anything for money?”

“I heard about it already. You raised the fees to at least fourteen thousand dollars for anyone to enroll here!”

“You even limited the number of people to be enrolled per semester!”

“You’re just hoarding the spots yourself so they seem more expensive than they really are!”

“You’re squeezing money out of people!”

“As a master, not only are you not thinking of the people—not only are you not trying to spread your martial arts to the entire world…”

“You’re even racking your brains just to earn a quick buck!”

“You people are disgusting!”

The butler spat on the ground.

“Do you know who M’lady is?!”

“She’s a relative of Young Master Bierstadt from the Golden Palace, the sacred martial arts training ground!”

“If anything happens to M’lady, Young Master Bierstadt will ch