Sure enough, a few minutes later, Christian finally arrived at Connor's table.
When Juan and the others saw Christian walking over, they hurriedly stood up and greeted him.
As for Connor, it was as if he did not see anything. He continued to eat with his head lowered.
Christian noticed that Connor didn't stand up, and a strange look flashed across his face, but he didn't say anything.
A few minutes later, Christian had finished chatting with the others. He walked to Connor and asked with a smile, "You must be the famous Mr. McDonald from Porthampton, right?"
"That's right!"
Connor looked at Christian and nodded lightly. Then, he continued, "Today is your birthday?"
"Yes!"
Christian smiled and continued, "Mr. McDonald, I heard that you're the disciple of Mr. Jorge Yarrell. I've t Mr. Yarrell once before. Mr. Yarrell is really a god-like figure!"
"Why haven't I heard my master ntion you before?"
Connor knew that Christian was deliberately making things difficult for him today, so at this ti, he sounded impolite.
"How could soone like Mr. Yarrell rember ?"
Christian didn't expect that Connor would be so disrespectful, so he smiled awkwardly.
"Mr. Zook, is this kid really Mr. Yarrell's disciple?"
However, at this mont, a burly man stood up and shouted loudly.
"That's right, this is Mr. Yarrell's disciple, Connor McDonald!"
Christian nodded lightly.
"I don't think there's anything special about this kid. When did Mr. Yarrell's standards go so low? He actually accepted such a diocre disciple!"
The brawny man said disdainfully.
Because the brawny man's voice was relatively loud, everyone in the hall could hear him clearly.
For a mont, everyone's attention was focused on the burly man and Connor.
Connor sized up the brawny man and could not help but sneer to himself.
Initially, Connor was still thinking about what thod Yamino planned to use today to humiliate him. He did not expect that it would actually be such a low-level thod.
"Laith, don't spout nonsense!"
Christian hurriedly scolded in a low voice, then continued, "Mr. McDonald is indeed Mr. Yarrell's disciple. There's no mistake about that!"
"I don't think this kid is Mr. Yarrell's disciple. How can Mr. Yarrell's disciple be so weak looking!"
The burly man pointed at Connor and shouted.
"That's right. This kid looks like a loser. He's definitely not Mr. Yarrell's disciple. All martial artists know that Mr. Yarrell has very high standards. It's impossible for him to take such a loser as his disciple!"
At this mont, a young man stood up and shouted with disdain.
When Connor heard the conversation between the two people, he smiled faintly and did not explain anything.
"This person might be using the na of Mr. Yarrell's disciple to swindle people. The Zook family's banquet doesn't welco people like you. You'd better hurry up and get lost!"
The brawny man shouted.
No one else present seed to know what was going on. After all, very few people knew Connor, so no one stood up to help him.
Aida looked at Connor helplessly. Although she knew what was going on, Aida would never speak up for Connor.
"Laith, shut up!"
Christian pretended to be angry and shouted.
"Uncle, what I said is true. Mr. Yarrell would never take such a person as a disciple. He must be a liar. He might not even know what Mr. Yarrell looks like!"
The brawny man nad Laith said with his eyes wide open.
This brawny man's na was Laith Zook. He was also a martial artist, and he was Christian's nephew.
Everything that happened at this mont was actually planned by Yamino and Christian. Their goal was to humiliate Connor in public so that Connor could not help but defend himself. In the end, Laith would teach Connor a lesson.
Laith was a beginner black rank. Yamino and Christian didn't know Connor's true strength. Although they had heard that Connor was rather strong, they thought it was just a rumor. If Connor didn't have the Purple Cloud Sect and Jorge Yarrell backing him up, he wouldn't be anything at all, so it was probably easy for Laith to teach him a lesson.
"Mr. McDonald, I'm really sorry. My nephew might have had a little too much to drink just now, so he's being arrogant. Please don't lower yourself to his level!"
Christian explained to Connor with a smile.
"Uncle, why are you apologizing to this person? If this kid is really Mr. Yarrell's disciple, then let him exchange a few moves with and let test his ability, won't that do?"
Laith shouted at the top of his lungs.
"That's right. If Connor is really Mr. Yarrell's disciple, his skills must be extraordinary. Why don't we let Laith spar with him!"
"At this point, there's no harm in exchanging a few blows, right?"
Everyone chid in.
Christian looked to be in a difficult position. He was deliberately waiting for Connor to answer.
However, Connor had a calm expression and did not have the intention to pay attention to Laith at all.
"Brat, why are you not speaking? Are you afraid? If you don't dare to compete with , it ans that you're an imposter. Get out of this hotel!"
Laith shouted at Connor with his eyes wide open.
Connor turned to look at Laith and said calmly, "You are not worthy of fighting !"
"What... What did you say?"
Laith's eyes widened when he heard Connor's words. His expression was one of disbelief.
"I said that you are not worthy to fight with . Don't you understand what I an?"
Connor repeated softly.
"You're really arrogant, kid. I'm a beginner black rank, and you're saying I don't deserve to fight you? This is ridiculous!"
Laith shouted angrily.
"Mr. McDonald, my nephew Laith may have a bad temper, but he's still a black-rank martial artist, and you're saying he's not worthy of fighting you?"
Christian did not intend to continue acting and asked Connor coldly.
"I'm not an ancient martial arts grandmaster, but this person is indeed not qualified to fight with . If you want to make things difficult for , then I suggest you find soone more powerful."
Connor spoke without rcy.
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