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.

that an enemy was approaching and would bring

he saw a big fist heading to him. He dodged that attck

took a few steps back. He frowned when he said the attacker was a monk. The man was wearing a monk's robe, but

eager to kill is so strong. I bet you must've

here to release

most cunning way he had

monk were in a tie,

The attack was

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

bored and said, "I had high expectations for you, but it turned out that you're so weak. You're not qualified to be

monk screamed in pain and covered his

if nothing had

seen anyone that can take the finger sword with bare hands. Even Clark himself would have to counter it

him, which made his

monk's face changed. To finish his task, he had waved out each strike with his full strength, each right

his eyes and said, "You've almost broken almost all the commandments as a monk. I'll teach you a lesson

time and kicked the monk heard. The monk fell to the ground and rolled over. He had never

stay calm anymore. The monk was his person, and it was a great humiliation for him to

Clark said with

Clark's thigh hastily and begged, "Please help me, sir! You have to stand