245 Lower My Head and Apologize?
The person she was talking about was Braydon Neal!
Braydon did not expect that he would have such an image in Xana Thomasâs heart.
The shrewd stall owner was slightly stunned. He felt that these two girls were a little different.
Should they not be frightened?
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Heather Sage wrinkled her nose. âSuch a scammer. Your acting skills are terrible. Itâs not fun at all.â
âLetâs go. Letâs not play with him anymore!â Xana was about to leave.
The shrewd stall owner was starting to think that he was terrible at acting. It would seem that he had to put on a better performance in the future.
No!
This was not the main point here!
He was led off topic by these two girls.
More importantly, his golden hairpin was broken by Heather.
She had to pay for this!
The shrewd stall owner grabbed Heatherâs slender arm and forcefully pulled her back. He said fiercely, âYou broke my stuff, and you want to leave without paying? Dream on!â
âLet go, youâre hurting me!â Pain flashed across Heatherâs face.
The situation here attracted the attention of some people.
But then, to everyoneâs surprise, almost no one meddled in their business, and no one went over to watch the show.
Martial artists were not ordinary people. They would not take the initiative to be part of this kind of commotion. Not only would there be no benefits, but they might even get into trouble.
Braydonâs eyes turned cold as he moved like a ghost.
The distance of fifteen meters was covered in the blink of an eye!
This kind of speed caused the pupils of many surrounding martial artists to constrict.
The one-armed stall owner who sold spiritual fruits narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, âExpert!â
âNot to be trifled with!â Some martial artists sounded fearful.
Braydon went to the stall and glanced at the astute stall owner. His thin lips moved slightly. âLet go of your dirty hands!â
âWho are you, kid? Why are you pretending to be a hero? Let me tell you, she broke my golden hairpin, so she has to pay for it!â The shrewd stall owner said rudely.
Heather stomped her feet angrily. âIt was already broken before I even touched it!â
âNo worries.â
Braydonâs eyes were filled with gentleness. He pinched her nose, telling her not to feel wronged, and said, âItâs just a golden hairpin. We can afford it.â
âBut I didnât break it. Youâre not allowed to pay!â Heather also had a temper.
The item was originally broken, and the shrewd stall owner wanted to extort her.
However, this matter was not important to Braydon.
The most important thing was that the shrewd stall owner was bullying Heather. No matter what the reason was, it was enough for Braydon to take action.
The shrewd stall owner would not let them go and was accusing them of something they did not do.
âItâs just a golden hairpin,â Braydon said softly. â Itâs nothing in my eyes. Iâll pay you however much you want!â
His soft voice sounded as if there was no life in the world.
Immediately after.
Braydonâs second sentence was filled with killing intent. âIâm afraid you canât afford to bully her!â
Swoosh!
Braydon raised his left hand and flicked his fingers lightly, landing on the shrewd stall ownerâs arm.
This arm hurt Heather.
With a flick of his finger, the shrewd stall ownerâs entire arm was instantly twisted.
The crisp sound of bones cracking made peopleâs eyelids twitch.
âAhh, my arm!â
Many martial artists witnessed this scene and realized that this white-robed youth was a ruthless person.
His moves were fast, accurate, and ruthless. His expression was cold, and his arm was crippled in the blink of an eye. He was a martial artist who had killed before.
It was impossible for ordinary martial artists to attack so calmly.
With this move alone, the youth had definitely mastered the light force.
Without strength, it was impossible to cripple an arm with a snap of his fingers.
Xana shrugged helplessly. âI told you that your acting skills were terrible, but you didnât believe me. Heâs the real ruthless one. You could bully anyone, but you had to bully someone precious to him. What a headache!â
Xanaâs sarcastic words made people want to laugh.
Braydon held Heatherâs cold hand and left. He said softly, âI told you not to run around. Look at you getting picked on.â
Heather gritted her teeth. She was like a stubborn little donkey as Braydon pulled her back.
He was obviously angry!
âYouâre not allowed to complain when you get back!â Braydon said.
âHaha!â
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Heather rolled her eyes. Only she understood what Braydon was worried about.
He was worried that she would go back and complain to Laura Quinn that Braydon had gotten into a fight again.
Previously, Braydon had promised his mother that he would not easily make a move.
In the end, he fought with people every day!
The tragic situation here attracted the attention of the market.
Someone immediately came over to check on the situation. The leader was Yash Wonka. He frowned and said, âWhoâs causing trouble here?â
âBrother Wonka, save me!â
The shrewd stall owner was in so much pain that he felt as if he was about to die.
Was this person really a martial artist?
No matter how one looked at it, he looked like a hoodlum!
Yash frowned in disgust. âTell me. What happened? Who hurt you?â
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âItâs him! He broke my golden hairpin and ambushed me! â The shrewd stall owner pointed at Braydon.
The surrounding martial artists were instantly amused.
With the strength of the white-robed youth, there was no need for a sneak attack if he wanted to touch him.
Yash brought four martial artists with him and said solemnly, âBrother, since youâre here at the market, you must abide by the marketâs rules. Private fights are prohibited here!â
âBrother Wonka, this guy is using defected items to extort us!â Joseph Thomas explained helplessly.
The shrewd stall owner was furious. âIt was you who broke it. Not only did you not compensate me, but you even ambushed me and injured me!â
âWith your abilities, I donât even need to use sneak attacks!â
Braydon stopped, turned around, and said, âIt seems that I havenât taught you a lesson. Do you think that you can act unscrupulously in front of me just because the martial artists in this market can back you up?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He spoke softly as if he was asking.
The shrewd stall owner saw that the official martial artists of the market had come forward, yet he insisted on extorting Braydon.
He was simply courting death!
If Braydon wanted to touch him, he could kill him with a single strike.
These words made Yashâs expression change. âBrother, I know you have a powerful background, but the owner of this market is not someone to be trifled with. You have to abide by the rules here!â
âBrother Neal, the person behind this market is not simple. There is no need to make the situation so tense.â
Zion Levin stepped forward and quietly persuaded.
Braydon held onto Heatherâs hand like a golden couple. He chuckled and said, âIt seems that this market is really extraordinary. Iâm very curious about the rules of your market!â
âThe first rule of the market is that private fights are prohibited. Violators will be chased out. However, for Master Luaâs sake, you should apologize to him. Youâve hurt him. As for the compensation, you can negotiate among yourselves.â
Yash stepped forward to mediate this matter.
He did not dare to chase Braydon away.
After all, Kendrick Lua had already said that this white-robed youth was not someone they could afford to offend.
If he really chased him out, it would undoubtedly cause the other party to lose face and form a death feud.
Therefore, Yashâs words were like mediation.
Braydon listened quietly, his eyes shining brightly as he smiled. âThe rules of your market indicate that I have to let go of him for bullying Heather, lower my head, apologize, and even compensate him for hurting him?â
Braydonâs question silenced everyone.
At this moment, many martial artists felt a sense of palpitation.
This feeling came from instinct, and fear could not help but grow in their hearts.
âYes!â Yash nodded. âThat should be the case!â