At that moment, Friedrich was out of ideas. He turned his head to look at Montgomery, wanting to ask what they should do next.
People like Donald were not ones they could afford to offend.
But now, having offended him halfway, they found out Donald was a Stella Warrior. They were caught in an awkward position as they couldn't possibly grovel at Donald's feet and apologize to him now.
“That's right. I am a Stella Warrior; what about it?”
Seeing the change in Montgomery's expression, Donald found it extremely amusing.
He had thought that every single person in the Wilson family was fearless.
Now, it seemed they were the type to bully the weak and fear the strong, after all.
“Since you're also a Stella Warrior, you should know Heimdall, right?”
“I don't know him,” said Donald.
Friedrich understood Montgomery's intention and immediately said, “Don't you even know Heimdall, the top Stella Warrior of South Chanaea? He's the son of my sixth brother and a member of the Wilson family.”
Donald initially thought that Montgomery had something important to say. But after all the fuss, it turned out he just wanted to use others to intimidate him.
Donald said nonchalantly, “What does this Heimdall have to do with me? Or do you think that by using him to intimidate me, I would be afraid to lay a hand on you?”
Montgomery said to Donald in a deep voice, “Young man, it was your rudeness in the first place that led to the current situation. Now that you're also a Stella Warrior, how about giving me, Montgomery, some respect? Let's call it a day with today's matter. What do you say?”
Donald looked at Montgomery and said, “Just a moment ago, you were shooting at me. If I were an ordinary person, I would already be dead. Now, with just a simple sentence, you want me to stop causing trouble and pay you respect? Who do you think you are, and why should I do you this favor?”
Upon hearing Donald's words, Montgomery grimaced. “So, you really intend to fight us to the end?”
Donald looked at Montgomery and said calmly, “I'm not necessarily trying to make things difficult for you. Right now, you only have two choices in front of you. Either call Heimdall to come back, and I'll have a match with him, or you few holding guns sever one of your own arms. Choose for yourselves.”
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