"Tell me, do you know what happens to a martial artist who consumes food with no nutritional value for a long time?" Matthew grabbed Errol off the ground, his intense gaze piercing through him as he asked each word deliberately.
His voice, enhanced by his power, boomed like thunder, causing Errol to tremble uncontrollably.
"Mr. Summit Warden, I… I had no choice," Errol stammered, his pale face twisting into a bitter smile. He no longer cared about the children's reactions and spoke openly. "Do you know where Dewsbury Martial League's main funding comes from each year, sir?"
"From the families?" Matthew asked, already sensing the answer from what he had just witnessed.
"Exactly. If I don't prioritize the families' children with resources, the commoners' children wouldn't even get to eat meat. If the families withdraw their financial support, the Dewsbury Martial League will collapse entirely. Then these kids—these commoners—would have even less."
A look of bitter resignation crossed Errol's face as he continued, his tone somber. "I don't want it to be like this, but I have no choice. The higher-ups are facing financial strains as well. Plus, we aren't even within Cathay's borders, making it even harder. Do you think I want this injustice? I know I'm in the wrong. Punish me however you see fit, but right now, the Martial League is surviving only through the wealth of these powerful families."
Errol bowed deeply before Matthew, his words filled with remorse. When he first joined the Martial League, he had hoped to change things, to create a better world. But the harsh reality had beaten him down, showing him that those who didn't follow the established rules would be destroyed, leaving nothing behind.
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