章節 1855: Something is Wrong

In the dining room of the Felton family villa.

At this moment, there were about twenty people standing in the dining hall.

These people were all famous martial artists in Comtar, and any one of them was a black rank.

These people basically represented the peak of ancient martial arts in the entire Comtar.

Javier Lopez, the head of the Lopez family, raised his wine glass and smiled at Draco. "Draco, thank you so much for what happened in Crimson Peak a few days ago. If you hadn't intervened, my granddaughter, Fabiola, would have died in Connor's hands…"

"Yes, Draco, my son told me about it after he came back. It's really all thanks to you, Draco!"

Kian's grandfather, Tarun Sherman, also hurriedly said.

"This Connor guy is really ruthless. Marcel has become a cripple because of him…"

Keaton Judkins gritted his teeth and said.

"Tell me about it. My son will probably only be an ordinary person in this lifetime…"