Marshall Morgan smiled faintly, reached out and grabbed Autumn Adler's hand, then looked at Wystan Acies and said, "Haven't you noticed? Autumn cares about me a lot. Insulting me in front of someone she cares about, what does that make you if not a fool?"
"You scum, let go of her hand!"
Seeing Marshall Morgan actually holding Autumn Adler's hand, Wystan Acies' eyes turned red.
Ever since he first laid eyes on Autumn, he had claimed her as his woman. And now, Marshall dared to hold her hand! He himself had never touched Autumn's hand before. How dare this piece of trash? How is he worthy?
Jealousy burned in his heart, almost igniting the Nine Heavens.
Swish!
He stepped forward instantly, closing in on Marshall Morgan, and slashed his palm down towards him.
It was clearly just a palm, yet it felt like an Unparalleled Divine Sword being unsheathed.
"Wystan, what are you doing?"
Autumn Adler was shocked and tried to stand in front of Marshall Morgan.
