chapter 37 I am his defeated enemy

"Can't you even deal with a young boy? Then the White Tiger Hall should stop hanging around in Yorksimvil! The visitor smiled contemptuously, full of strong self-confidence. He turned his head and looked in the direction that Mr. Sampson was pointing. With just one glance, the person's whole body shook like an electric shock, and his expression froze. Martin Jenkins? The visitor, James Ferguson, rubbed his eyes fiercely. That's right! The young man sitting at the table...