Chapter 1389


    The entrance to the martial arts studio was bustling and crowded.


    Seeing that someone had actually started trouble in front of Westbrook Studio, everyone was both


    astonished and curious. They started to gather around to watch the show.


    People inside the martial arts studio heard themotion from outside, so they came out too.


    "Stop right there!"


    "How dare youe to our Westbrook Studio? You brat, you have a lot of guts!"


    "Get the hell out of here!"


    With a burst of anger, Fade dered coldly, "Ask your Chieftain, Westbrook, toe out and see


    me!"


    "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can meet our Chieftain whenever you want?"


    "Get the hell out of here. Don''t let us beat you up."


    "You fool, you will soon know the consequences of looking for trouble here in Westbrook Studio."


    Amidst the curses and yells, a group of disciples started to gather around him. Their expressions


    were fierce and their auras were terrifying.


    Without hesitation, Fade rushed into the crowd and started to make his move.


    In an instant, screams broke out in the crowd. In less than three minutes, these disciples of the


    martial arts studio were all sent flying. Theyid on the ground, screaming incessantly, unable to


    fight back.


    The crowd and the members of Westbrook Studio were shocked as they saw that Fade had dealt


    with more than ten disciples with ease.


    Some people ran away, and it seemed that they had gone to report it to the superiors.


    Fade led Jasmine into the hall of the martial arts studio.


    The hall was decorated in the traditional Chinese style. In the middle, there was a wooden armchair


    with two rows of wooden chairs on the lower side.


    A huge calligraphy painting was hung behind the armchair. The words "Supreme Martial Artist" were


    written on it.


    "Supreme Martial Artist! In a ce like yours, you don''t deserve these words." Fade sneered when


    he saw this. He pointed with his finger, and forced a cut through the huge calligraphy painting,


    causing it to fall off with a crash.


    Then, he stepped forward and boldly sat on the wooden armchair. His gaze was cold, and he had a


    sense of majesty.


    The people who followed him to watch the bustle started to discuss it with curiosity and amazement


    when they saw him acting so bold.


    "This guy, who is he? Why is he so fierce? He''s making trouble in Westbrook Studio."


    "Westbrook is a martial artist at thete stage of the ck Level. Does this guy not want to live


    anymore?"


    "Don''t you know? Judging from the two moves just now, this guy is obviously a martial arts master,


    and his strength is not any weaker than Westbrook. That''s why he dares to be so bold."


    "Even if his strength is not weaker than Westbrook, Westbrook has been in Capital City for so many


    years. His connections and the foundation of his influence are not something that ordinary martial


    artists can deal with. In short, that boy is too rash, and not calm enough."


    "Yeah, and furthermore, he took in the children of powerful families and martial arts families over the


    years. With these connections, Westbrook has a lot of backers!" "Anyway, this kid is still too


    impulsive. If there are any grudges between them, they can talk it out. It''s still too rash for him to


    rush into Westbrook Studio like this."


    Just as everyone was discussing it, a series of footsteps came pattering towards them.


    The crowd looked over and saw a tall and stern middle-aged man, who was about 40 or 50 years


    old, walking over with a group of people.


    Everyone immediately recognized that the middle-aged man was Westbrook, from Westbrook


    Studio.


    Behind him, there were about 20 people, who were basically his disciples, and they were the elites


    of the studio.


    Standing beside Westbrook, was a girl in her early twenties. She held her head high with a proud


    sneer on her face.


    Jasmine introduced, "That is Chieftain Westbrook''s daughter, Sammy. When I first stood up for


    myself, she was the one who led a group of people to attack me."


    Upon hearing this, Fade narrowed his eyes and looked at the group of people who wereing


    towards him. He said softly to Jasmine, "Whoever hit you will have to pay the price this time."


    At this moment, Westbrook and his men were already in the hall.


    They saw that Fade was sitting on the armchair, and the huge calligraphy painting was also split in


    half and had fallen to the ground.


    The disciples behind Westbrook felt angry. They red at Fade, and if looks could kill, he would be


    a dead man.


    "Who told you to sit in my master''s seat? Get out!"


    "How dare youe to the Westbrook Studio to make trouble. You are looking for death."


    "Get down, kneel and apologize!"


    Amidst the angry shouting, Westbrook was, after all, an experienced person who had been in


    Capital City for many years. He was not as impulsive as the young men. He slightly narrowed his


    eyes and stared at Fade for a few seconds. He found that he didn''t seem to know this person in


    front of him, and had no impression of him at all. Hence, he asked, "Sir, I don''t seem to know you.


    What do you want bying to Westbrook Studio to make trouble?"


    Fade snorted coldly, pointed at Jasmine who was beside him, and returned, "Do you know her? I''m


    here today to ask for an exnation."


    Westbrook was stunned when he saw Jasmine. For a moment, he did not recall anything. It was his


    daughter, Sammy, who had to remind him in his ear. It was only then that he thought of Jasmine.


    After all, he did not pay much attention to the students. Most of the students were from powerful


    families in Capital City. He did not pay much attention to ordinary students, and did not care about


    them at all.


    Therefore, although he had taught Jasmine a lesson, he didn''t take it to heart. After all, in his


    opinion, it wasn''t a big deal to teach a student a lesson.


    However, someone had actuallye to him for such a trifling matter now, which made him a little


    surprised.


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    Westbrook looked at Fade and said, "So, it''s Miss Zhuo''s men. You said that you''re asking for an


    exnation. I don''t know what exnation you''re asking for."


    Fade nced at Jasmine. She then stepped forward and replied in a clear voice, "I am a student at


    Westbrook Studio. Yesterday, I was harassed by Thomson when I was practicing martial arts.


    However, the studio stopped me and even wanted me to apologize to Thomson instead of seeking


    justice for me."


    "I''d like to ask you, Mr. Huang, what does this mean? Is Westbrook Studio so indiscriminate?"


    Jasmine''s face was full of anger.


    Sammy, who was standing to the side, grew extremely agitated when she heard this. She pointed at


    Jasmine and said, "Indiscriminate? What is Thomson''s identity? What is yours? How could Young


    Master Yang possibly..."