Chapter 1630 Kneel and Call Me Grandpa
- For Marcus Crawley, he had no real beef with these punks. So he wasn’t going to wipe them out just like that. A hard slap on the wrist would do. That was all he wanted to do tonight.
- For someone like him, this was normal. Of course, if they really pissed him off, he’d kill. He was the Hall Master of the martial alliance now. Even if he killed someone, nobody could touch him. Not even the cops—they’d be useless. That was just how it was.
- If a man like Marcus was “useless,” that’d be a bad joke. And that kind of joke wasn’t happening.