Harvey York squinted when he saw a young woman in a tracksuit pushing a wheelchair.


    A miserable-looking elderly man was sitting on it. He had a feebled look on his face with evil energy surrounding it.


    Castiel Foster frowned when he stood in front.


    "Who are you people?


    "Don''t you know you should stand behind the line?"


    The young woman frowned.


    "I heard you have the Augustea here!" she coldly eximed.


    Castiel froze.


    "How did you know that?" he asked instinctively.


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    The young woman red at Castiel.


    "Enough talk!


    "Can''t you see that my father''s cursed right now?!


    "Bring out the Augustea!


    "If you''re even a little slow, I''ll tear down this ce!"


    It was Castiel''s first time seeing such a senseless person.


    "Why would we just hand it to you like that?" he eximed, chuckling coldly.


    "If you don''t bring it out, I''ll p you in the damn face!


    The young womanpletely disdained Castiel''s skinny stature.


    "Hurry up! I''m giving you three minutes! If you don''t get the Augustea out and my father''s curse worsens, I''ll kill


    you!"


    Castiel red coldly.


    "No matter what you''re here for, you shouldn''t act this way!


    "Besides, the Augustea has nothing to do with you people!


    "What right do you have to even ask for it?!


    "Stop yapping!"


    The young woman showed a cold expression before swinging the back of her palm forward. Castiel felt a sharp pain


    on his face as he took a few steps back.


    Harvey, who was helping the customers, put his book down before frowning at the young woman.


    Castiel covered his face in


    "How dare you?!"


    anger.


    The other customers were furiously scolding the young woman.


    "What do you think you''re doing?! This is Fortune Hall! You can''t just do as you please here!"


    "Castiel is Master Foster''s grandson! Have you thought of the consequences of hitting him like that?!"


    "All of the Golden Sands'' geomancy shops would instantly cklist you with his word!"


    Castiel''s geomancy arts weren''t as good as Harvey''s, but he was starting to grow on everyone since he was a


    hardworking disciple.


    They were naturally outraged after seeing him getting hit.


    Cliff Saban and the others heard themotion beforeing over with steel bats.


    Harvey waved his hand, signaling for the others to stay back.


    He wanted to see if the people causing trouble would usually act that way or if they were sent here intentionally.


    "So what?


    The young woman scoffed.


    "Even if he''s standing right here, I, Shay Gibson, won''t hold back if he keeps wasting my damn time!


    "I''ll beat the sh*t out of him if I want to!"


    It did not matter if Rodney Foster was a geomancy expert or not.


    In Shay''s eyes, only true power would mean something!


    "Shut the f*ck up right now!" thepanions around her screamed while pointing at the customers around the


    ce..


    "We''ll kill every single one of you if you keep butting in!"


    "We''re from Heaven''s Gate!"


    "Do you think filth like you can go against us?!"


    The people showed prideful looks, as if it was the greatest honor to be a part of the sacred martial arts training


    ground.