Before James could react, his acupuncture point was struck.

Immobilized, he sat on the chair and stared coldly at Flynn, who was in a fit of rage. “What do you think you’re doing, Flynn?”

“Hmph!” Flynn grunted. “Take him to the Western border. Tell Tobias to bring Maxine there to apologize in person.”

James could feel someone covering his head with a black balaclava. Then, his vision darkened, and he was taken away.

Madelyn glanced at Flynn. Seeing that he was still enraged, she tried to calm him down. “There’s no need to get mad over something as trivial as this.”

“What do you know?” asked Flynn. He sat down and said coldly, “There hasn’t been a Great Grandmaster in the ancient martial world of Sol for hundreds of years. The martial art conference, which will be held in a few months, will select a new Great Grandmaster.

“All these years, the Blithe family has kept a low profile. Now, we plan to make our presence known once again. The best way to do so is to enter into a po