Chapter 159: The Favor of the Redman Clan Is Worthless!
A favor.
Not just any favor—a favor from the Redman Clan of Chicago City!
When Myron spoke those words, a powerful internal force surged within his body like a relentless current. A faint, restrained aura—clearly belonging to a trained martial artist—radiated from him.
He wasn't threatening John. He was simply showing him: I am a warrior. And the Redman Clan is a martial family.
A favor from such a clan was no small matter.
In society, favors carried immense weight. To many, a favor was more binding than law itself. It was the hidden currency that kept the gears of power turning—unseen but indispensable.
And a favor from a martial artist clan? That was a priceless treasure.
Take the Branton family, for example. Despite being entangled in serious criminal accusations, their connection with Tristan—the renowned guard of the Martial League—had kept them untouched. That was the power of favor.
With such influence, problems could be smoothed over, doors opened, and enemies silenced. Everything became easier.
Mason White stepped forward, his tone calm but convincing. "Doctor, maybe you don't need our help right now. But can you guarantee that your descendants won't face trouble in the future? When that day comes, you'll understand how valuable a favor from our clan truly is."
On the surface, his words were reasonable.