"Obadiah Heptinstall?"
The crowd seemed somewhat unfamiliar with this name.
Even Marc Fraley couldn't help but scoff: "The Capital City Martial Arts Association doesn't need trash."
"Trash?" After hearing these words, the black-robed man instantly became very displeased.
"Mr. Fraley, are you saying that our family head is trash?"
Marc Fraley glanced at him, snorted and said, "All reputable aristocratic families receive an invitation from our Capital City Martial Arts Association. As for this Obadiah Heptinstall, we've never even heard of him."
The black-robed man's face suddenly became a few degrees colder.
"If our family master is trash, then I'm afraid everyone here is trash," the black-robed man coldly retorted.
"Boy, who are you calling trash!" This remark immediately incited collective anger.
Someone pounded the table, stood up, pointed at him, and cursed: "You're courting death!"