บท 332: Three in a Group, Nine in a Formation

A white-haired old man in a suit and black shoes appeared on the scene like a ghost.

Everyone from the Flitwick family was in awe.

"Father!" Timothy Flitwick said. 

"If Duke Lowe were to interfere in a battle between martial artists, he would be punished according to the laws of the country.

"If we follow the old rules, then both sides will decide who is stronger based on their strength. We will decide the winner and the loser, as well as life and death!"

Two simple sentences were two solutions.

Dominic Lowe was the duke of a generation. He was high and mighty, the head of the dukes.

If he interfered, he would be dealt with according to the laws of the country!

Old Man Zito killed his way into the capital for no reason. He should be killed for his crimes.

If Dominic did not intervene, tonight would be a battle between martial artists. There would not be so many rules. The strong would live, and the weak would die!