Felix felt really annoyed being called out in such a rude way in public.


    Turning around, he saw it was Ethan from Medic''s Haven. His irritation subsided. Clearly, Ethan was still relying on his supposed backup to cause trouble.


    "Damn it! I don''t care who you are. Get lost!" George erupted. He was furious that his moment of joy over Felix''s agreement had been ruined.


    "I''m here for Felix. You''re the one who should leave!"


    With a nk, George''s s.


    shattered on the floor as he pointed angrily, while a middle-aged man appeared before Ethan. "Get rid of him. I''ll deal with him myselfter!"


    George could afford such arrogance as a rich young heir from Yartford. In Canraville, he could disregard anyone he pleased. Felix was content to let things y out silently.


    Ethan clicked his tongue. "George, I haven''t seen you in a while, but your temper''s gotten worse, hasn''t it? Heard you''d reformed and started managing your dad''s business. I guess you still need more practice."


    With that mocking voice, a young man entered. Behind him, two rows of men in ck came marching in with murderous eyes before forming into perfect lines. There were 20 of


    them.


    Such an imposing disy sent the onlooking diners fleeing. This clearly was not going to end so simply, and no one wanted to risk getting caught in the crossfire.


    "Harry Lamford?" George recognized the young man immediately, his brows furrowing.


    "Do you know him?" Felix stood up. He could tell that this was beyond George''s ability to handle. He had thought Ethan had brought just a couple of skilled fighters, but he seemed quite determined to get revenge this time. "Yes." George''s expression grew serious. "This guy Harry is trash, but his cousin is someone I can''t mess with. Felix, these men''s presence proves Harry is acting on his cousin''s approval."


    Felix studied them carefully. Smiling, he said, "The only thing different is that there''s an embroidered word on their chests. It looks like Crayden,'' doesn''t it?"


    George nodded. "Yeah. Harry''s cousin is Malcolm Crayden."


    By now, Harry and Ethan had approached. The former''s face was full of mockery. "Pretty smart, George. So why not leave? Unless you want to have a chat with Malcolm?" Not wanting George to be humiliated, Felix stepped in.


    "Ethan, your pettiness makes you unfit to be a traditional medicine practitioner. Even if


    you force yourself to continue, your skills won''t improve much. A practitioner who can''t ept their own mistakes will never grasp the true essence of traditional medicine."


    These words made Ethan grind his teeth in fury. "Whether I''m wrong or right isn''t for you to judge! I told you you''d pay the price. That time hase, and no one can change my mind." Felix shook his head.


    Ethan''s medical skills were actually quite good. With a change in mentality, he could have contributed to traditional medicine. Felix had wanted to give him another chance, but hatred hadpletely blinded him. "Looks like you''ve brought this suffering upon yourself, then."