"Vernon Spann isn't a Golding! Even if you use clan law, it doesn't apply to him. Jethro Golding, are you trying to kill him to shut him up?"
The same voice from before cried out again, its source indistinct. Jethro Golding's dark gaze swept across the area, trying to find the person who was opposing him at every turn. But below was a dark sea of people, and it felt like anyone could be a suspect.
On the verge of death, Vernon Spann managed to force his eyes open, just in time to see Jethro Golding's vicious expression. His heart sank and a cold sweat broke out. 'I can't die,' he thought. 'I still have to go back to the city and live a good life.'
'That old bastard really doesn't pull his punches!'
Vernon Spann gritted his teeth. He would remember this.
"I'm not part of your Golding family! By what right do I have to suffer your family's clan law!"
