“Sir, you are of high status. I think you should go back!” The tall man slanted his gaze to look at Earl.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s rare that I’m interested in something. I want to see what the man Evie fell for is made of. Hmph!” Earl snorted coldly and said nothing further.
At the field, men and women wearing cloaks of all colors were crowded closely. Some were engaged in light discussion, but most were craning their necks to look at the podium.
As Phineas and Jeremiah walked to the podium, the 100 martial artists sitting at the very front all stood in unison. They walked to the area below the podium and then turned around to face the audience.
In an instant, these people attracted the attention of all the martial artists. It was because these men and women were dressed in pure white cloaks. The word “punishment” was embroidered on their chests. Evidently, these were the members of the Punishment Council.
Suddenly, an overbearing force began to radiate from these people. Everyone in the audience felt their hearts stop. This overpowering aura was proof that these people were not your average Joes.
The venue instantly fell silent.
Jeremiah and Phineas exchanged glances. Both of them nodded with satisfaction. Jeremiah took two steps forward and began to read out the schedule for today.
With the help of spiritual energy, his voice was still resonant, even without a microphone and loudspeaker.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly.
Just as Jeremiah started elaborating on the scope of behaviors that the Martial Artists Society would be policing, someone below the stage roared furiously.
“Yves, who do you f*cking think you are? Even if Astraeus is gone, it doesn’t mean it’s your turn to speak. And now you want to restrict us? Who died and gave you the right?”
The man who spoke was a spirited young man. Right now, his expression was ferocious.
Jeremiah paused for half a second. He thought, “Who would’ve thought that our fears would come true?”
“Where are you from? And which sect?” Jeremiah pointed at the young man.
“I am Steven Ricardo, the deaconry of the Teal Ingot Sect. What’s the matter?” Steven replied angrily, standing up.
From behind, Phineas frowned and stepped forward. In a loud voice, favonovel.com said, “So you’re saying that we shouldn’t regulate the bloodbath between the martial artists and that more people should die, is that it?”
Steven hesitated for a moment. Glancing around him, favonovel.com roared, “What’s this bullshit Martial Artists Society? You’re just trying to replace Astraeus, enslave us, and control us!”
“That’s right. I don’t agree to this Disciplinary Council or these bullshit rules!” another man shouted, standing up and slapping his arms.
“Is this the will of Isaac of the Temple of Drakon? If you dare, have Isaac come out personally to explain. Yves and Phineas, you two old bastards have no right to be standing up there and talking.”
Soon enough, more and more people stood up and began to protest. All of them wore aggressive expressions. Jeremiah surveyed the crowd, there seemed to be more than 100 people.
Clearly, all these people were in cahoots. They were here just to cause trouble at this moment.
Jeremiah frowned. With a cold laugh, favonovel.com said, “Fine. Since everyone is so cooperative, then according to the first rule of the Society, anyone who incites disturbance at a Society activity will be jailed for ten days. Punishment Council, hear my order, capture all these people!”
The two lines of Disciplinary Council members standing below the podium darted toward the protesting bastards like tigers chasing their prey.
Jeremiah knew that if they didn’t shut these people up today, they would never be able to extinguish their fire, and all their efforts would have been for naught.
However, what happened next left Jeremiah stunned.
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