"I think it is Arin's brother," Stephen spoke cautiously.
"The guy who beat you up?" The young master knew of Arin's brother.
Supposedly, the loser bother had beaten Stephen and injured his people. He was waiting for a chance to return the favour.
But what does it have to do with the attack against them?
"Yes," Stephen said, his voice trembling. He was sweating profusely.
"Why? And how do you know it?"
"I am not sure." He said and went silent.
"JUST SPEAK. Damned bastard." The young master shouted, his cheeks trembling in anger.
Stephen was wasting time acting like a coward. The young master didn't seem to like that.
He was about to step forward and give him a slap across his face.
Fortunately, the young master was slow. Stephen quickly stepped back in panic and dodged the slap.
"No, wait." He screamed. "I know. Wait." He said, and when he saw the young man was trembling in anger.
