"Very well."
Over the phone, an elderly voice came through: "Trouble has surfaced recently in Swimming City. Wait until tomorrow; I will arrange for someone to take you in."
"Mr. Ghost, we've run into some trouble in Rat Town," Chris Tennysons paused before speaking, "A youth severed my disciple's arm."
"Such a thing happened?" The voice seemed surprised and then calmly added with a smile, "Tomorrow, I'll help you deal with it. The ones stationed in Rat Town are under Hagan Marsh's Ninth Route, correct?"
"Indeed." Chris Tennysons spoke with visible discontent: "Had I not been worried about affecting Mr. Ghost's important matters, I would have slain him today. Since when has Lowell Tennyson suffered such humiliation?"
As the Sect Leader of Lowell Tennyson, he had the confidence to speak in such a manner.
