Furious, Maddox was standing furiously in front of White Mitchell.
Next to him, there was a middle-aged man in his forties, his body full of muscles, strong and sturdy, with an arrogant beard on his face. Just standing there, he was extremely intimidating.
Not to mention anyone else, even Maddox, who had climbed to the mighty Myles, seemed very respectful in front of him and appeared a bit apprehensive.
This was enough to show the extraordinary status of this man.
"Are you White Mitchell? Is it you who hit my beloved nephew, Maverick Scot!?" The robust middle-aged man, with wide-open eyes, glared at White Mitchell.
Maverick Scot!?
He is Maverick Scot!?
As soon as these words came out, the expressions on the faces of the onlookers all changed dramatically, and they looked at the middle-aged man with fear.
This was Maverick Scot, the current Family Head of the prestigious Scot Family of Joliam!