Chapter - 3111

Karen threw herself into the man, Albert York's arms, and began to sob. "Hubby, you must stand up for me and Bob. Bob merely bumped into them accidentally, and they started a fight with him and me. Just look at him! His face is all swollen!"

The admission personnel quickly complained to Albert, too. "Yeah! Mr. York, these people are just too unreasonable and violent. I merely spoke a word of justice for Mrs. York and Mr. Bob, and they beat me up."

Albert's face darkened, his gaze fixated on Zeke, emanating a profound sense of hostility and anger.

"This is too much! Allowing someone like you into a martial arts school would be a grave danger to our society. Brat, rest assured that I won't let you go unpunished. If you have any connections, now would be the time to use them. Or else, you can start preparing for funeral." your

The crowd began to explain, "Mr. York, the situation is not what it seems."

"Yeah! It was your wife who cut in line and provoked others first!"

"Exactly! We can vouch for what happened!"

Albert's icy gaze swept over the crowd. "Shut your mouths, you lowlifes! You have no say in this matter! Don't even start about who's at fault here. Even if we were at fault, what authority do any of you have to harass my son?"

His words instantly ignited a surge of anger among the onlookers.

"We are living in an era of equality. On what grounds do you label us as lowlifes?"

"Exactly! You're public servants as well! Who granted you the authority to behave so arrogantly?"

"I'm going to report you to the Martial Arts Association!"

Albert chuckled dismissively. "Report me? Well, if you all have the audacity, go ahead and do it. But let me make one thing clear: I have substantial connections within the Martial Arts Association, and numerous friends in high places. Your complaints won't carry any weight. By the way, Timmy, make sure to record the names of these individuals and add them to the martial arts school's blacklist. They're living in a fantasy world if they believe they can ever set foot in our martial arts school or the Martial Arts Association!"

The admission personnel, Timmy York, promptly replied, "Certainly, Mr. York. I'll take note of it right away."

With that, Timmy got busy.

The onlookers' expressions darkened, their emotions a tangled mix of regret and frustration. They realized that they had inadvertently jeopardized their children's prospects.

Nonetheless, Zeke stepped forward and addressed the crowd, saying, "Don't worry, everyone. This incident started because of me, and I am fully prepared to accept responsibility for it. I will offer you a thorough and satisfactory explanation."

Albert snorted disdainfully. "You should worry about yourself first. Tell me, are you planning to handle this matter publicly or privately?"

Zeke asked, "How should we handle it publicly or privately?"

Albert replied, "Publicly, I will report you to the Martial Arts Association, and you'll just have to spend a few years in jail. And, if you do end up behind bars, you'll be my prisoner. I will torment you bit by bit. Privately, let's have a duel. I'll break both your legs and arms, leaving you a cripple."

Zeke smiled slightly. "Let's just settle this privately, shall we?"

The crowd tried talking some sense into Zeke.

“Young man, I advise you not to act rashly."

"Mr. York used to be the martial arts elite of our city in his prime. He's exceptionally. strong."

"I've heard rumors that he's seen battle as well, with blood on his hands."

"He'd really kill you!"

"Even if you're not concerned for your own well-being, you should at least think about your wife and children.”

"Don't worry, if we gather and present a collective petition, I'm confident that the authorities will provide us with an explanation."

Zeke glanced at the crowd gratefully. "Thank you all for your kind advice, but my mind is made up. There's no need for further discussion."

Albert burst into hearty laughter. "Impressive. You've certainly got guts!"

With that, Albert lunged toward Zeke.