“Who do you think you are? How dare you call me by my first name?” Elijah shot the man a cold glance and waved his hand dismissively.

Whoosh!

One of the men standing beside Elijah immediately stepped forward and was ready to attack the man who had gotten up.

He was a ninth grade fighter. His explosive and brutal punches could smash that man to death.

“Break both of his arms. Let this be a warning,” Elijah said indifferently. He was seated at the head of the table in front.

The man who had stood up turned pale with fear.

Boom!

In an instant, Elijah’s man was upon him and threw a devastating punch.

At the critical moment, Tyler leaped to his feet and countered with a punch of his own.

Boom!

The man’s face turned ashen as he was sent flying like a broken kite. He crashed through the railing and plummeted from the second floor. He spat out a mouthful of blood midair.

“Hm?”

The sight made Elijah furrow his brow. The martial arts prodigies from outside the reg