Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 384

After Emmanuel emerged, only four people remained standing on the scene.

Magnus and Emmanuel locked eyes, and Magnus gradually revealed a

confident smile. “It seems that the two knights guarding Princess Claudette

must engage in a life–or–death duel tonight!”

Emmanuel remained silent, his eyes filled with determination.

He didn’t care if Magnus would harm Claudette, but he absolutely couldn’t

abandon her and escape alone.

A true Wolf Warrior from the Northern Region would never abandon a

comrade!

Except for one person.

That person was Casper. At that moment, he licked his lips. With a wicked

gaze, he walked step by step toward his former captain who was once the

leader of the Wolf Warrior Unit. He smiled ominously and said, “Captain

Emmanuel, it’s been three years, and your skills are still as legendary as ever.

But I never forgot what I said. In the final battle, I will defeat you! Now is the

moment!”

Both of them were exceptionally talented, and Casper had joined the

Northern Region a few months earlier than Emmanuel. If it weren’t for

Emmanuel, Casper would undoubtedly be the only successor to the veteran

commander captain of the Northern Territory.

In the end, the old commander chose to pass the torch to Emmanuel,

captain. He was

leader!

it and was upset about it. He would

than watch Emmanuel

the other hand, Emmanuel’s expression turned

as he

intentions were, but he was

with his own hands

you glaring at me

gaze can’t kill me!”

him, Casper

of energy fighting Mr. Quinn in

pursued for such a long time. Your stamina must be almost

if I attack you barehanded,

expression changed, and he

that in this final

title of the Northern Region Wolf Warrior was destined to

will die

if he can defeat the

Mr. Quinn, he won’t be able

true opponent is

lip, not responding

knew from the start that this was an

she believed in her judgment. The man she

fell in love with wouldn’t be easily

moment, Casper’s fingers turned into steel claws

toward Emmanuel, resembling a wild

hair–raising tearing sound, Emmanuel hurriedly

to kick up dirt and sand to

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are still as strong

rush

someone

He wanted to savor the

opponent.

teeth in pain, looking down at

claws. Three streams of blood were flowing out

the wound.

jackal of the Northern Region. Your claws are