Jake knew exactly what to do after a nudge from William. He quickly gathered a few of his cousins for help.
As one of the four major families on Phaedra Island, the Sanders family boasted hundreds of members, even excluding non-practitioners.
However, most of them had a rather low cultivation base. Only a dozen had reached the Grandmaster Realm among the younger generation.
In a room, five or six young men gathered around a table served with food and drinks.
“You got your ass kicked by an outsider? That’s pathetic. You’re a disgrace to our family,” sneered Maverick Sanders, a young man of about 27 or 28 years old.
Laughter erupted around the table. Jake’s face flushed crimson with anger as he hated being mocked. But he needed their help, so he had to swallow his pride.
“Guys, help me teach this punk a lesson, and I’ll owe you one. Anything you need in the future, just ask,” Jake said.
Maverick raised his glass. “We’re a family. There’s no need for that. Let’s finish this drink and then find that guy. We’ll beat him so bad that even his own mother won’t recognize him.
Jake felt especially irked hearing Maverick’s words as if he was mocking him indirectly.
After drinking, they headed to the hotel where Sebastian was staying. One of them shouted, ‘ Hey, the jerk in room 503! Get out here!”
The shout was infused with energy. It echoed through the entire building.
Sebastian’s eyes snapped open when he was in room 503. His eyes were chilling. He knew the call was for him.
“That masked jerk in 503, get down here now!” Jake and his cousins continued to yell, their voices deafening.
Their voices were so loud that the entire hotel and people miles away could hear them.
The noise was unbearable. Sebastian had intended to ignore them, but their persistence was too much. He opened the door and stepped out, only to find Joseph and Zia in the hallway.
“Mr. Wilder, you shouldn’t go down. The guy that you beat up, Jake, is here. He’s brought people with him. You’ll be at a disadvantage if you go down,” Zia said urgently.
Joseph nodded in agreement. “Zia’s right. Mr. Wilder, we can’t afford to cross people from Phaedra Island.”
“I don’t care,” Sebastian replied and headed downstairs despite their protests.
Joseph and Zia exchanged worried glances and followed him in resignation.
A crowd had already gathered downstairs, eager to witness the confrontation. This was exactly what Jake and his cousins wanted.
They wanted to get revenge and prove to all outsiders that Phaedra Island’s natives were not to be messed with by using Sebastian as an example.
“Hey, the guy from 503 is here!” someone shouted.
Given William’s earlier visit, Sebastian was immediately recognized.
“This guy’s got guts, I’ll give him that. He actually came out instead of hiding? He’s got a death wish.”
“Hiding wouldn’t help. This is their territory. There’s nowhere to run.”
