Kain was never known for his restraint.
And if he caused trouble because of Vicky, Frank would not just sit by and do nothing.
At that point, there would be a bloodbath in Turnbull Estate even before the South Sea Crow showed up.
But to no surprise, Glen's voice of reason was shown no respect at all.
In fact, Kain slammed his hand on the table and glared viciously at him as he bellowed, "Mr. Turnbull! I came out of the goodness of my heart to save your family, but you would spit on my grace with such terrible hospitality?! Are you belittling Cloudnine Sect or me here?!"
He then stomped his foot. A chair around ten meters away exploded into countless splinters, and the other martial artists had to leap out of the way.
"Shit, Kain Loom is really as crazy as they say, causing such a mess in the Turnbulls' own home!"
"Hehe. You don't get it, do you? That guy is banking on the fact that the Turnbulls don't have martial elites to pressure Glen Turnbull."
"How despicable."
Their comments did not deter Kain, however, as he continued to stare at Vicky, his eyes studying every inch of her body without a care.
The sleazy smile on his face left Vicky scowling.
"Hmph…"
A streak of pure vigor shot away from the tip of Til's sword across the rift, slicing Kain's table in two.
The martial artists sitting around and watching were certainly impressed, especially with how condensed the pure vigor Til released was.
Slicing furniture ten meters away from Kain, and with such precision without hurting anyone… one would really expect nothing less from the top ten of Skyrank!
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Some of the less tactful martial artists were even goading Til and Kain into starting a fight, just to see who was superior!
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