Upon hearing this, the face of the black-suited man changed drastically.
He couldn't afford to offend Randall Freeman, who was a notorious ruthless character in the Southern Province. Even the Cloud Sect didn't want to cross him.
"Fine, let's go." The black-suited man waved his hand, led his men, and turned to leave.
Only after they had gone far did Clay get up and ask, "When did my grandfather arrive here? There are still several days before our agreed-upon return home."
General Potbelly smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Tenny, I did this just to scare him off, otherwise, he would have persisted."
Clay, slightly appreciative, patted General Potbelly on the shoulder and said, "Not bad, I think highly of you. You have the potential to be a City Lord in the future!"
"Oh, I don't dare to accept that." General Potbelly said with a frightened face.
Alfred waved his hand and said, "All right, if there's nothing else, just go. Don't disturb our drinking and enjoyment."