Right after Jared yelled, someone bellowed, “Who’s the daredevil? How dare you trespass the Warriors Alliance’s territory!”
Then, over ten martial artists dressed in black outfits embroidered with Warriors Alliance’s logo emerged from the rooms on both sides. All of them bore vigorous auras.
Jared’s eyes swept the crowd.
He snorted. “Where is Zion? Tell him to come out. Don’t tell me he’s hiding somewhere like a stupid coward.”
“Outrageous! How dare you insult President Zeigler? Are you tired of living?” one of the Warrior Alliance’s subordinates barked.
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