Chapter 1753: Take My Hit

All the Purple Mystic Sect disciples drew their swords, staring at Michael coldly.  Sheila was almost frightened to death and could only hide behind him, trembling.  She hadn't expected Michael to be so impulsive! "Mr. Leach, what should we do? What should we do now?" Sheila cried out. "It's okay; I'll take care of it," Michael replied, unperturbed. "Who is so bold as to cause trouble in the Purple Mystic Sect?" At that moment, a middle-aged man with a long beard and wearing a Blue robe stepped...