"And what gives you the right to interrupt a sparring session between two contestants?" Mark asked calmly.
Elder Wei's face twitched. "He's unable to continue..."
"Oh? I don't recall him admitting defeat." Mark's voice dropped into a dangerous tone. He raised his gun slightly toward the elder. "If you're so eager, you can join him. Two on one, perhaps?"
Wei Zhen stiffened. Though Mark's cultivation was lower, he knew that he wasn't a match for him either. He only intervened in the hope that others would become motivated to speak up. But no one else did. They all stayed silent.
As a result, Wei Zhen could only remain a silent spectator.
Meanwhile, the prince tried to crawl away while still growling in anger. "I… I'll remember this…"
BANG!
A bullet smashed into his calf.
*Argh*
"You're not going anywhere," Mark said, stepping forward. "You still haven't said the words."
The prince groaned, trembling now.
