Clayton Howard's fists were clenched tight, and his bloodthirsty dark eyes seethed as he watched the man rise from the ground. A fiery rage was burning fiercely within him!
Yale Shaw stood up, his sharp black eyes equally filled with unquenchable anger. When he looked toward the direction of the room entrance, he realized that two of his men had already been taken down.
However, before he could turn around, a fierce punch came flying at his face, knocking him to the ground once again without any defense!
The mere punch did not quell Clayton Howard's fury. Taking advantage of Yale Shaw's fall, he quickly pounced on him, aiming to beat the still prone Yale Shaw mercilessly!
But this time Yale Shaw seemed to be on guard. It was the first time in his life that he got slapped in the face by one woman on the same day, and now he was punched twice by a man. How could he bear it!
A mere steward dared to oppress him, which was as if affronting the gods themselves!