Chapter 127

The backs of Thanh Mon's disciples were all drenched in cold sweat, even the Nghi Staff was injured, so what were ordinary disciples like them in front of such an expert?

"Mr. Ho, what's making you so angry?"

A middle-aged man wearing a white martial arts outfit walked out of Thanh Mon's headquarters and said smilingly. Don't even look at the injured Nghi Truong, it's like he doesn't exist.

Thanh Mon's ceremonial staff saw the middle-aged martial artist's attitude towards Mr. Byrne turned pale.

“Huh!”

Mr. Byrne snorted coldly and coldly said to the middle-aged martial artist:

"Ta Phong, your staff of Thanh Mon not only did not let the mistress of the Butler family enter, but also dared to insult her. You Thanh Mon must explain this matter clearly to me."

Fourth floor of Thanh Mon headquarters.

At this time, the experts of Thanh Mon were all gathered here, the fourth floor was