In broad daylight, a fighter from Valtameri Co. had been killed with a single punch.

Not to mention that an ordinary woman like Vanya couldn’t accept it, even Alex couldn’t accept it either.

He gave a dissatisfied look toward Nathan and said, “Old Nat, don’t simply raise a hand and kill someone. We are cultured people after all.”

Nathan said in a respectful tone, “Mr. Rockefeller, you’re benevolent. But, Grandmas… mustn't be disrespected.”

He wanted to say that a grandmaster mustn't be disrespected, but then he recalled that Alex had warned him that he didn’t want his identity as a young grandmaster to be revealed.

Alex shook his head. “I am first and foremost, a doctor. Doctors are benevolent, and killing too many will affect my heart.”

Nathan nodded. “I understand.”

Unexpectedly, the other fighter suddenly made a move against Waltz, because he saw that Nathan wasn’t an easy person to be handled.

It was obvious that these people had come to Valtameri Tower with no good inte