Chapter 145 “I confess!”, Tristan Goodman cried.

Hearing this, everyone was silent. An idiot? How dare he say that the guard of the Southern Martial Arts League was an idiot? What he did was equal to piercing though the sky! He got in trouble. He must be crazy! The Branton Family was completely speechless. Carlos Branton felicitated himself secretly, 'good for you! Let's see how Uncle Tristan will kill you this time. Ha ha... ...’ So he exaggerated, "Uncle Tristan, did you hear that? How arrogant he is! He doesn't take you seriously at all!" Tristan Goodman was already angry. After all, he was a noble man, and no one dared to be so disrespectful to him except the leader of the martial league. Carlos Branton's words was like adding fuel to the fire at that moment. Tristan Goodman’s anger burst out like an extremely inflated balloon. A high level martial artist! For martial artists, level one to level three were beginner