"To find my brother."
"And did I ever tell you to gather everyone as the first move in a fight? Have you done that?"
"I made a mistake..." she hung her head.
Hiram Bailey sighed and gently rubbed her head. His action was gentle, but his tone was fierce, "You don't even know how to arrange a fight, what a waste of time following me in our younger days."
Having said that.
With a swing of his leg, Hiram's shiny leather shoe struck James Harrison's body.
This kick was heavy, making James Harrison cry out in pain.
James Harrison's face turned red from the pain, but he dared not say anything.
Taking his hand out of his pocket, Hiram slowly squatted down, his voice cold as glacier ice, "Does my sister have any misunderstanding with you?"
James Harrison's eyes widened, forgetting the pain in his body, he stuttered, "Sister... she, she, she is your sister, Mr. Bailey?"
The crowd gasped.
So she was Mr. Bailey's real sister!
No wonder, he was really furious now.