"I... I provoked John Doe."

Ma Chunyu stuttered, his face as white as a sheet and he dared not meet the middle-aged man's gaze. Though he had a head full of white hair, the man had a fresh boyish complexion. It was indeed Ma Chunyu's fault, and John Doe was not a man to be trifled with.

"What?"

The middle-aged man with white hair asked with a frown, and his youthful face suddenly became serious. He questioned, "What the hell is going on?" ...