Competition [I]

A ninth-rate calligrapher?

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, with puzzled expressions. Who is this referring to? It seemed that the only person present was a calligrapher.

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Farrell, with different expressions.

Farrell immediately became furious, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"You are so rude, little brat."

"Master Farrell's calligraphy is a rare masterpiece in the world."

"How dare you, a piece of rubbish who can't recognize a great man, call our Master Farrell a third-rate calligrapher."

"What are your qualifications?"

Farrell's crazy fans jumped out one after another and started cursing.

The public was outraged, and aggressive.

Linda, Zuri and his wife took several steps back in fear.

Only one person stood still.

Towering like a mountain, it overlooks the world.

Irving.

He remained calm, staring coldly, standing with his hands behind his back. That look on his face showed that he didn't take the other person seriously and he remaine
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