"Third Young Master Watson?"
Hearing the young man's words, Wyatt Barnes narrowed his eyes into slits, "You are from the Watson Family?"
"Yes, my father is the second master of the Watson Family, and the clan chief is my big uncle. What's up, boy, are you scared? If you are scared, get out of here!"
William Watson held his nose high, chin raised, looking down at Wyatt from above, his face full of arrogance and self-satisfaction.
However, he didn't notice that at this moment, a faint smile began to appear at the corner of Wyatt's mouth, resembling the delight seen on a hunter's face when they spot their prey.
"I'm giving you another chance, get out!"
Wyatt's eyes grew colder, as he stared straight at William with an added pressure in his tone.
"You know who I am and you dare tell me to leave?"
William was taken aback for a moment, then his face turned vicious. He reached out his hand, trying to grab Wyatt. "Since you won't leave, allow me to help!"