Love At The Wrong Table

Emmanuel was watching the stage with a rather serious expression. He barely had the chance to elaborate on his statement as the martial arts competition had begun.

Devon held his chin up with folded arms, waiting for Yosef to make a move.

Yosef stared back with a blank expression on his face. He rested his hands behind him and seemed to disregard his opponent.

“Let the fight begin!”

“Come on!”

“What are they waiting for?”

The audience was growing impatient.

Except for the participants and VIPs, anyone who wanted to enter the arena needed a pass. For ordinary people, obtaining a pass cost a fortune. Therefore, the audience was either wealthy or influential individuals. They couldn’t afford to pay a high price just to face each other in silence.

“Kid, you better make the first move, or I’ll do it. Don’t complain if you lose.” The audience’s complaints reached Devon and frustrated him.

Due to his seniority, he had never struck first in a fight over the past twenty years, as he thought a senior should maintain their dignity during a fight. The fact that Yosef was standing perfectly still wasn’t helping at all. No. We aren’t going to stare each other down. We have to fight each other. First, I need to make things clear.

“Go ahead.” Yosef’s hands rested behind his back, his gaze calm,

Although his expression gave nothing away, it gave people the impression that he was very confident.

“If you say so.” Devon felt his blood boil with anger.

me? He couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason, but he felt as though

his own rules for

punch. He aimed to deliver a fatal blow to ensure

at high speed, giving the audience an impression of a predator lunging

Devon is truly amazing. He’s trying to end the fight with one

powerful! Nobody can take a blow from a seasoned fighter like

right! It’s impossible to fight him!”

around Nathan shrieked

Emmanuel’s comment, his belief in Devon

was an elder of the Chapman family.

trying to end the fight with one

is powerful! Nobody can take a blow from a seasoned fighter

impossible to fight him!”

Nathan shrieked in

confident. Despite Emmanuel’s comment, his belief

couldn’t help but marvel at the strength of Devon, who was an elder of the Chapman family. He’s stronger

the Palm Drop grandmaster, Quinn, was no

was incredibly

remembered that Yosef was as talented as him. The fact that the old godfather has taken him as

before, he had a feeling that Yosef was

no matter how powerful Devon’s punch was, it was useless if he