Ancient Martial Ma Clan?
Hearing this, Eric Wang's expression changed slightly.
Evan Lin raised his head and glanced with interest at Uncle Cheng, who was sitting there.
There's a Ma Family among the Ancient Martial Clans?
He spoke, his calm voice falling on the ears of those around him.
"Of course. Our Ancient Martial Ma Clan has been around for ages, and our family's strength is formidable. With clans like ours, ordinary people like you naturally wouldn't know about us."
Uncle Cheng lifted his chin, looking full of pride. Hearing Evan mention the Ancient Martial Clans, his face showed even more arrogance.
"But the Ma Family is the Ma Family. Your surname is Cheng. No matter how impressive the Ancient Martial Ma Clan is, what does it have to do with you?"
Evan's words made Uncle Cheng's face turn cold. His surname was the last thing he wanted to mention, because anyone hearing it would immediately realize his status in the Ma Clan wasn't very high.
After all, he wasn't surnamed Ma—just an outer-gate member. Still, thanks to the Ma Clan's great power and reputation, Uncle Cheng could live well just by being associated with them, even if he wasn't a Ma.
"You don't get it. Uncle Cheng was invited by the Ancient Martial Ma Clan to be their gatekeeper!" The man in the suit stepped forward, making Uncle Cheng look proud.
"Evan Lin, how could someone like you possibly understand how powerful the Ma Clan is? I advise you to apologize right now. All the humiliation you made me suffer before—today, you need to pay it back. Maybe then I'll help you plead with Uncle Cheng."
Aaron Han spoke up, then turned to Tyler Tan with a cold smile: "And you, Tyler Tan."
"Don't you like Annie Shu?"
"Let me tell you, now there's no chance between you and her!"
"Uncle Cheng has his eye on her! From now on, she's Uncle Cheng's woman. If you dare have any thoughts about her, be careful—Uncle Cheng will make you pay!"
Aaron Han was visibly excited, especially when he saw Tyler's face turn gloomy. He felt immensely satisfied inside.
"Aaron Han! Who said she's his woman? You're talking nonsense!"
Annie Shu panicked at his words, trying to struggle, but her wrist was held tightly and she couldn't break free.
"Let her go! Release her!"
Tyler snapped out of it and rushed forward to help Annie Shu break free from the man's grip.
Ming Zhao hurried up to help as well, but Eric Wang was the most direct—he stepped forward and kicked the guy to the ground.
"You dare lay hands in front of me?"
Uncle Cheng raised his eyebrows at the scene: "Looks like you people don't respect the Ancient Martial Ma Clan at all, huh?"
"Between the Ma Clan and the Rowe clan, which is stronger?"
Evan looked at Uncle Cheng and suddenly asked.
"There are always ranks among Ancient Martial Clans. Compared to the Rowe clan in Beijing, our Ma Clan may not be quite as strong, but the difference isn't that big."
Uncle Cheng snorted coldly and gave Evan another look: "Didn't expect you to know about the Rowe clan."
"But I can tell you, the only reason the Rowe clan is a little stronger than the Ma Clan is because they have plenty of pills, which lets them cultivate faster. But when it comes to talent, Rowe clan members aren't necessarily a match for those from the Ma Clan."
Uncle Cheng looked quite proud as he spoke about this.
The existence of Ancient Martial Clans is already a symbol of power. As Uncle Cheng talked about the Rowe clan and the Ma Clan, the admiration in the eyes of the people around made him feel quite pleased.
"The Ma Clan is weaker than the Rowe clan."
Evan nodded, catching the key point.
"That's not what I meant. Didn't you understand what I said?"
Uncle Cheng was immediately displeased: "It's only because the Rowe clan has pills to aid them, while our Ma Clan..."
He wanted to say more.
After all, the Ma Clan was his calling card and his source of confidence.
"What I mean is, I dare to trample the entire Rowe clan, so an outsider from the Ma Clan like you has no right to yap in front of me."
Evan spoke coldly, his voice icy.
His words were like a sword.
As soon as Evan finished speaking, Uncle Cheng was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the people around had already burst out laughing.
"What a joke!"
"Do you know what an Ancient Martial Clan is? How could you possibly trample one just because you say so?"
"You probably can't even find the door to an Ancient Martial Clan!"
Everyone chimed in, afraid that if they spoke too slowly, they'd risk Uncle Cheng's displeasure.
"Every Ancient Martial Clan has immense power and countless experts. Who do you think you are, claiming you can trample one?"
Uncle Cheng raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "You're just a brat, completely clueless!"
"Do you think this is some game? Bragging in front of me at a time like this?"
Seeing Uncle Cheng laugh, Aaron Han and the others laughed even more wildly.
"Hey, is Evan Lin telling the truth or not?"
Sophie Ge stood behind Eric Wang, peeking out cautiously at the scene before her. Evan Lin's words had left her a bit surprised.
Although Sophie still didn't understand what an Ancient Martial Clan really was, she could tell from everyone's reaction that it must be something extraordinary.
"I don't know either."
Eric Wang frowned. He'd heard some rumors about Ancient Martial Clans, but not many: "But if Evan Lin says it, I'm willing to believe him."
"No matter how unbelievable his words are, Evan has never lied to anyone, and he never brags."
Eric quickly made up his mind. Sophie nodded, still a bit confused.
"Is this about to turn into a fight?"
Ming Zhao stood there, looking at the people in front of him, his face twitching nervously.
"Are you okay?"
Tyler grabbed Annie Shu's wrist, concern written all over his face. Annie blushed slightly, but kept a cold face, yanked her hand back, and turned away without saying a word, clearly not wanting to deal with Tyler.
This left Tyler feeling a bit awkward, standing there at a loss. His usual chatterbox personality was suddenly useless.
"Whether I'm bragging isn't the point. The point is, today, you need to apologize to me."
Evan looked indifferent, his tone casual: "This woman is someone my friend likes, and you had improper thoughts about her."
"So you should apologize."
Hearing Evan's words, Annie Shu opened her mouth to argue, and Tyler grew flustered, wanting to explain to Annie. But their gazes met in midair, and both fell silent.
Evan's random matchmaking was unexpected, but Tyler felt the distance between him and Annie had suddenly shrunk a little.
Even if it was just a bit, Tyler couldn't help but feel grateful to Evan.
"Are you crazy?"
Aaron Han shouted at Evan: "Do you know who you're talking to?"
"You want Uncle Cheng to apologize? He..."
Aaron was about to speak, but Evan flicked his finger. With a swoosh, a tiny flash of light shot out and slammed into Aaron, sending him flying.
Seeing this, Uncle Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted and his heart tightened.
Evan's move wasn't fast, but the force condensed into that flash was enough to make Uncle Cheng feel a hint of danger.
"Are you in the Vajra Realm?"
Uncle Cheng hesitated, and his gaze at Evan was filled with shock.
He had never imagined Aaron could provoke a grudge with someone at the Vajra Realm, especially someone so young.
"Probably more than that."
Evan shook his head: "But for you, it doesn't matter."
"You're at most third-grade Vajra. In my eyes, you're just a stray fish."
Evan spoke calmly, but as soon as he finished, Uncle Cheng's face changed completely.
He really was third-grade Vajra, just an outer-gate guard for the Ma Clan. This time, he'd only managed to get out thanks to some luck with the Ma Clan's inner members.
He hadn't expected to be seen through by this kid before even making a move!
"What nonsense are you spouting? You think Uncle Cheng will back down just because of a few words? And you call him a stray fish—what does that make you?"
The suited man shouted at Evan: "This is my place! You barged onto our island, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet!"
He was about to keep talking.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door.
Right after, an old, somewhat hoarse voice rang out.
"Xiao Miao, it's been years, but your temper has really grown."
The voice came from outside, and when it reached the hall, the suited man's face froze.
"I sold this business to you at a low price because I thought you had some ability. I hoped you could run this water park and artificial island well, but seeing this, I'm really disappointed in you."
As he finished speaking, Grand-Patriarch Zhan entered, supported by Tanya Zhan.
A group of Zhan family executives followed, each showing utmost respect. Their combined presence was overwhelming.
Ever since the Zhan Family allied with the legendary Master Lin from Seacrest, their power had soared. Now, in the Harborview area, they were a major force.
Seeing the newcomers, the suited man who was furious a moment ago instantly changed his attitude. He rushed forward and hurriedly bowed before Grand-Patriarch Zhan.
"Grand-Patriarch, why are you here? Why didn't you let me know? I could've sent someone to pick you up!"
The suited man trembled with fear, clearly anxious.
But after he finished speaking, he realized Grand-Patriarch Zhan wasn't interested in him at all. Instead, the old man kicked him aside and walked straight toward the young man standing there.
To him, Grand-Patriarch Zhan was a storm-bringer in Harborview, but when he reached the young man, he put on a respectful smile: "I happened to be free, and heard you finally returned to Harborview, so I came right over. Sorry if I'm being rude by coming uninvited."
"I hope you'll forgive me."