Nathan scoffed, "How arrogant!"
Alfie said smugly, "The noble family of Lance has always been this way."
Nathan then said coldly, "Sadly, the Lance family is nothing to me. Today is my daughter's birthday, so I don't want to get angry. You were showing off your blade work in front of my daughter. Cut off your hand and scram."
Huh? Alfie's eyes widened.
All the ancient martial arts practitioners Alfie had brought with him stared at him with their mouths agape.
Nathan's family is being surrounded by us! We can kill his entire family if we want to. Yet, he is not worried in the slightest? He even wants Alfie to chop his hand off? He's the arrogant one! He's too much!
Alfie laughed and turned to his men, "Hey, this man told me to chop my hand off. What do you guys think I should do?” "Kill him!
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
Dozens of men started chanting 'Kill him' loudly.
The entire restaurant was soon filled with killing intent. The customers around them turned pale and left in a hurry after paying, lest they be implicated.
Penny's family's faces drained of all color.
Alfie was satisfied with the panic he had caused. He asked smugly, "How do you find the sharpest Lances of the Lance family? They should be enough to kill even a hundred of you!"
Nathan commented, "Lances? All I see is a bunch of scrap metal."
Alfie's men glowered at him with a murderous glint in their eyes.
Nathan called out calmly, "Elite Eight!"
"Yes!" Colin and the Elite Eight echoed from the doorway as they strode into the restaurant.
Although there were only nine of them, their presence was one of an entire army!
Nathan smiled at Alfie, who was in shock. "How do you find my men?"
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