Chapter 389: Finding Jessie Ryder

Outside the door. The fight erupted. For punks like them, how could they possibly be a match for Tristan Wokey? "Aaaah!" Screams kept rolling in from the hallway, one after another, and every disciple inside the Martial League felt their nerves tighten. Meanwhile, in a comfortable room… Nash Johnston lounged on the bed and slept like a man with nothing in the world to worry about. They had brought the beating on themselves. What was he supposed to do about it? … Jesburgh. In a wealthy...