Facing the arrogant Obadiah Heptinstall, Marc Fraley was also filled with anger.
He narrowed his eyes and said, "Heptinstall, you underestimate the Capital City Martial Arts Association. You really think that with your white bone army, you can pose a threat to the Association?"
Obadiah Heptinstall roared with laughter, "Are you referring to the eight senior officials of the Capital City Martial Arts Association?"
Marc's eyebrows creased slightly.
Obadiah had hit the nail on the head.
Obadiah sneered, "Don't forget what my background is, kid. I know much more than you do!"
"If those eight senior officials could show up, would it be your turn to strut around?"
Marc's complexion slightly worsened and he remained silent for a moment.
Obadiah patted Marc's shoulder, saying, "The prisoners are of no use anyway. You might as well hand them over to me. It won't do you any harm."
"As a reward, I can give you a thousand spiritual stones."