Love At The Wrong Table

In the heat of the moment, Blake unleashed a barrage of strikes on Yosef, seizing the advantage.

“Haha, fancy being on the other side of the blade for once, huh? Now you know how it feels!”

Unlike most fighters, Blake relished the thrill of battle, especially when dominating a worthy opponent.

Yet, Blake was taken aback. Yosef casually grabbed a broom, wielding it like a seasoned warrior, pushing Blake back.

“Well, I’ll be d*mned. Didn’t expect you to handle a broom like a pro.”

Wide-eyed, Blake realized he had underestimated Yosef. His plan to catch him off guard now backfired. Now that both were armed, his edge was all but lost!

Should I make a run for it? Or face him head-on?

Suddenly, Blake found himself in a dilemma akin to Hamlet’s.

“Casanova, are you in there? Casanova!”

Unexpectedly, Abellyn’s voice echoed outside the house, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

“Why are you here, woman?” Blake’s tone dripped with anger as he turned to face her.

“Weren’t you the one who asked me to come look for you earlier? Ryder’s on my tail!

Abellyn’s voice trembled with urgency.

on Abellyn. “Shouldn’t you be ashamed? Being pursued by a disabled man? He can’t possibly keep up with you

tense situation. Surprised, she inquired, “Is he the one who harmed our son, causing him to suffer a

Blake spat out the words with venom.

Yosef remained stoic, emanating an

“Isn’t there a misunderstanding here? Mr. Yosef is kind-hearted! He wouldn’t

“He’s kind?”

heard of the saying, ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’? Society’s a lot more treacherous than you imagine. Don’t

unsightly man, torn about who

indifferent. “Ellie, step aside and

a jumble. Why won’t Mr.

Let’s see who handles who today!”

confrontation, having faced this opponent numerous times. Victory

brandished his

Rod Sweeping Strike!

Uppercut and Heavy

the Flying Swallow!

the Golden Bell

skills were equally formidable, marking him

his impressive moves, he struggled to gain the upper hand against Yosef.

She spotted a pair of scissors nearby, snatching them up stealthily to approach Yosef from

dare you harm my son? Rot in hell!” Abellyn’s expression hardened

“No!”