Dragon Master

Clark was immediately upset. He knew Maximilian was blocking on his way to success, and he would have to overcome this obstacle anyhow.

Rowen said politely to Clark, "What should we do now? He just refused you."

"I know as much as you do," Clark looked at Rowen disdainfully. He was a smart guy, and he knew that Connor now ruled the underworld of H City, so he wouldn't do anything to piss Connor off. The consequence would be too hard for him to bear.

Rowen scratched his head and acted like a kid while he was being scolded by Clark. He didn't even want to explain.

"It doesn't matter. I will slowly contact the bigwigs in this city, and I'll finally get to Connor. I'll let him know that I'm more worthy of his loyalty than Maximilian," Clark smiled proudly.

Rowen kept kissing up and said, "You're right. Connor only trusts Maximilian because he was here for longer than you. Maximilian could never be your match in power."

Clark is so proud of himself now, thinking that Maximilian wouldn't be able to take one strike of his.

"But I want to have him tested first," Clark took his fan back and grinned a meaningful smile.

Behind him, there was a bald monk. The monk wore a simple robe and had a few scars on the top of his head. Ever since he met Clark, he had broken all his religious commandments.

The monk was holding a cigarette in his teeth. He snorted, "That weak brat? I could beat him with just one finger."

Clark was very satisfied with his momentum because that meant the monk was confident. It would be bad if the monk refused to have a face-to-face confrontation with Maximilian.

Maximilian hid the Hardy Ganoderma in his arms to protect it. Suddenly, he heard somebody stepping closer to him from behind. Some of the steps were heavy, while some were light.

enemy was approaching and would bring

heading to him. He dodged that attck

was a monk. The man was wearing a monk's robe, but his murderous looks made him so different from any other monks Maximilian

but your eager to kill is so strong. I bet you must've killed lots pg prople,"

the monk attacked again, mumbling, "I'm here to release your soul from purgatory." He sounded

rolled his eyes. That was the most cunning way he had ever heard to

in a tie, Clark smiled disdainfully and

The attack was so sudden that ordinary people

the Sword Finger. Usually, it would only take one press to kill a man. The monk laughed as if

no sympathy on his face. On the contrary, he looked bored and said, "I had high

happened next shocked everybody. The monk screamed in pain and

had happened. His fingers

stunned. He rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe what just happened. He had never seen anyone that can take the

powerful than him, which made his face look gloomier

he had waved out each strike with his

almost broken almost all the commandments as

monk heard. The monk

anymore. The monk was his person, and it was a great humiliation for him to see his fellow being beaten by

Clark said with a cold

this guy. The monk dragged Clark's thigh hastily and begged, "Please help me, sir! You