"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"
The leader, around seventeen years old, stood firm and unmoving like a mountain, exuding an imposing aura with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, like a wolf or a tiger.
"It's really Terrence York, he came in person."
Around them, murmurs of astonishment spread.
Marshall Morgan raised an eyebrow, realizing this young man was indeed Terrence York.
His expression remained calm as he replied indifferently, "I heard you, but why should I stop?"
"How dare you! Such arrogance, speaking to Senior Brother York like that?"
"Marshall Morgan, what kind of attitude is that?"
As soon as Marshall Morgan finished speaking, a few youths from the Hall of Enforcement shouted angrily.
Marshall Morgan smirked, too lazy to argue.
