Finley's attendants taunted Andrew with crossed arms, treating him like he was beneath them.

"What are you waiting for, fool? Didn't you hear Mr. Moore's order?"

"Mr. Moore is a very distinguished person. It's your own bad luck that you heard his business in Jayrodale, so do as he say! Or do you want us to help you?"

Andrew frowned and spoke firmly. "Even if you're from a martial arts sect, does your leadership really teach you to harm innocent civilians so casually?"

Finley snapped his