In another courtyard, where Star Chaebol temporarily settled at…

Wallace Park, number one in Taekwondo, sat on a futon with closed eyes as he listened carefully to Peter’s words.

Although Peter’s complexion was awful, he still tried his best to recall the whole event as he recounted the story to Wallace.

Peter dared not make any wild speculations before Wallace. He showed no emotions, and only focused on the facts at hand.

Wallace, who was sitting with his legs crossed, was akin to a statue. He stayed silent the entire time, not saying a single word.

Just when Peter’s patience was about to run out, Wallace finally opened his eyes. His gaze narrowed as he asked, “According to your statement, Harvey York, or Prince York, is a master himself?”

“That’s right. Moreover, I think that the Three Saints of Taekwondo Roy Garfield had brought over were defeated by him.”

Peter hesitated for a brief while, but continued to speak.

“There’s a high possibility that this is the case. Unfortu