"Smack!"
The clan chief of the Simmons Clan, Jameson Simmons's face sank, and with a loud smack, he shattered the armrest of his chair with a single palm.
When it comes to martial arts talent,
Roman Simmons is more gifted than him in his prime.
In his opinion, under Roman's leadership, the Simmons Clan would surely embark on a new path of glory in the future...
However, all of this has now been ruined by a brat!
"Chief, this Wyatt Barnes, he was so ruthless, this matter can't just be left at that!"
"That's right, if he doesn't get punished, where is the face of our Simmons Clan!"
"He must be severely punished!"
...
One after another, the elders of the Simmons Clan were filled with righteous indignation and were furious.
"Grand Elder, I will leave this matter to you. The Simmons Clan will fully cooperate with you!"
The gaze of Jameson Simmons fell on South Simmons. He knew that among those present, the most furious one was South Simmons.