The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 447: No Right to Punish

"What?"

Mr. Yancy's expression darkened.

As the elder in charge of discipline in the Cinnabar Sect, he held the highest cultivation level among all the elders—second only to the sect leader himself.

Of course, his alchemy skills were a bit inferior, which was why he had been assigned to oversee the discipline department.

"Mr. Yancy," Richard said urgently, "that bald man claimed he's a disciple of Mr. Zack Lance. But I suspect he came from another sect, deliberately trying to sabotage our relationship with the Cloud School."

To outsiders, John wearing the robes of a Cinnabar Sect disciple and then teasing women from the Cloud School looked like a deliberate attempt to sow discord between the two sects.

Mr. Yancy bellowed, "How dare you pretend to be a disciple of Mr. Zack Lance! Do you have a death wish?"

His voice boomed like thunder as he strode toward John. Even before he arrived, his overwhelming aura surged out around him.

Yet John remained unaffected, not even acknowledging the pressure. Still, he let go of Violet.

Violet's hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed, and she was panting heavily.

More importantly—

Her curvy backside throbbed in pain!

It was excruciating!

She was so furious that she wanted to skin that bald bastard alive.

Sherry rushed over to her, concerned. "Violet, are you okay? Do you need help?"

Violet shot her an angry glare. "Now you see it yourself! That damn bald man is despicable and lecherous!"

She wanted to call Sherry blind for even thinking about befriending such a man.

But Sherry replied, "But... I thought he was kinda cool just now."

Violet was speechless.

Meanwhile, Mr. Yancy arrived in front of John. His face was like stone, serious and stern—he looked like an executioner ready to hand down judgment.

In his eyes, John was a criminal.

"You'd better tell the truth. Who are you? Why are you pretending to be one of our disciples?" Mr. Yancy questioned coldly.

"I already told you—I'm the only true disciple of Mr. Zack Lance," John replied, unfazed. "If you don't believe me, go ask him yourself. But don't take your frustration out on me."

His tone was just as casual as before, as if this was all beneath him.

"Don't give you a hard time?" Richard sneered. "Even Mr. Yancy saw how you harassed Miss Moore! And you have the nerve to say we are giving you a hard time?"

Violet, still red in the face, glared at John before stepping forward.

"Mr. Yancy, I expect a proper explanation."

Regardless of whether the bald man was a Cinnabar disciple, the fact that Violet had been humiliated on their grounds demanded an official response.

Mr. Yancy nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Miss Moore. I'll make sure you're satisfied with the outcome."

Then he turned back to John.

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His gaze sharpened with icy resolve.

"You say you're Mr. Zack Lance's disciple. Whether that's true or not, what you did to Miss Moore must have consequences."

As far as Mr. Yancy was concerned, Zack Lance had never accepted any personal disciples. So this bald man was most likely a fraud.

Even if he was telling the truth, no disciple of the Cinnabar Sect—no matter how well-connected—could go around behaving like a lawless thug.

Mr. Zack Lance was known to be noble and just. He would never tolerate his disciple dragging the sect's reputation through the mud.

As Mr. Yancy prepared to strike, John just smirked, eyes twinkling.

"Oh? And what kind of punishment do you have in mind?"

"You'll find out soon enough!"

Mr. Yancy snorted coldly and made his move—but just then, a voice called out:

"Stop!"

Huh?

Mr. Yancy froze mid-strike and turned to see Nancy Loop hurrying over. He frowned. "Nancy? Why did you stop me?"

Nancy had been passing nearby when she heard the commotion. When she saw the scene—Mr. Yancy about to fight John—she was stunned.

She immediately ran over.

She didn't know the full context, but one thing was clear:

Yancy couldn't lay a hand on John.

Because even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to win.

"You can't hurt him," Nancy said firmly.

"Why?" Mr. Yancy's frown deepened.

"Well..."

Nancy hesitated. Mark had explicitly instructed her to keep John's identity a secret. Especially with people from the Cloud School present, she couldn't reveal anything.

Mr. Yancy considered this and lowered his voice.

"Is he... really a disciple of Mr. Zack Lance?"

Even if he was, that didn't excuse what he'd done. A crime was still a crime. If word got out that someone from the Cinnabar Sect assaulted a guest from the Cloud School without consequences, it would be a stain on their reputation.

They'd become a laughingstock.

Richard was furious, unable to hold back anymore. "Ms. Loop, you didn't see how far this guy went just now! What he did to Miss Moore was disgraceful!"

Nancy's heart twisted.

So that's what this is about...

Yes, it was bold of John to do such a thing to the inheritor of Queen Cyan. But knowing his temperament, she could only think:

Yeah, that sounds about right.

This was the man who had casually killed Gavin Wenson, Frank Wilson, and others. That was the kind of dominance he carried.

So honestly... slapping a girl on the ass?

That was nothing.

Without the mountain-protecting formation, no sect in the Alps Mountains could touch him.

After a long pause, Nancy finally said, "Even if this may disappoint our guest from the Cloud School... I have to say this: we have no right to punish John."