Chapter 137: Visitors from the Doyle Family in the Capital

When the crowd saw it, they couldn't help but sigh. To have someone that strong follow you without complaint is about as good as it gets. Fabian Farrell strolled forward, hooked Jean Dupont by the collar, and hauled him off the ground. Mockery curled at his mouth. "So this Divine Group you brag about isn't half as mighty as you claim. A so-called master like you is nothing but a toy in my hands, good only for my men to practice on." The insult cut Jean to the bone and made the hundred or so fighters...