Ocean Vaughn knew that many people looked down on him. Although many would respectfully address him as "Subordinate Mr. Vaughn" to his face, there was no telling what they might be saying behind his back.
But it didn't matter, for he had been a "green turtle," a term of disrespect, for seven years, so his skin had thickened considerably.
However, tonight he was genuinely angry, his eyes blazing with fury. First, he saw his own wife and the coachman turn off the lights together, then he heard that his loyal butler had been beheaded. After arriving at the Ministry of Justice, a Deputy Commander there didn't even give him the time of day, saying that there was an order from above, and with so many cultivators in Capital City, the regular authorities couldn't, and dared not, involve themselves in matters of cultivators killing people.