Fortunately, he was also a trained practitioner, so although it hurt, there was no bleeding from the nose or mouth.
"Ha ha, Ordon Finnegan, are you still smug? You see, you're no match for our Mr. Peyton!" Bald King seized the moment to press his advantage.
He warned them aggressively, "Get the people inside out of here now! Mr. Peyton has reserved the entire inn!"
"You think you can just take over?"
Ordon Finnegan, unscathed, straightened his spine, standing proud and defiant, "This place isn't under your control!"
"Then who does call the shots? You...?" Bald King looked at him provocatively, scoffing through his nose.
Ordon Finnegan remained indifferent and uncompromising, "Certainly not you."
"Mr. Peyton, look at Ordon Finnegan being so clueless. You need to teach him a lesson! Beat him until his skin bursts open!" Bald King encouraged Elijah Peyton in his triumph.
