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.

Being pursued by a disabled man? He can’t possibly keep up with you all the way here! Quit your

slightly, then noticed the tense situation. Surprised, she inquired, “Is he the one who harmed our son, causing him to

Blake spat out the words

Yosef remained stoic, emanating

outstretched protectively around Yosef, addressed both Blake and Abellyn incredulously, “Isn’t there a misunderstanding here? Mr. Yosef is kind-hearted! He wouldn’t

“He’s kind?”

in sheep’s clothing’? Society’s a lot more treacherous than you imagine. Don’t always

Yosef and the unsightly man, torn about

gaze indifferent. “Ellie, step aside and let me handle them.”

nodded, her thoughts a jumble. Why won’t

who handles who

relished this confrontation, having faced this opponent numerous times. Victory was his only

he brandished his

Sweeping

and Heavy Chop!

the

of the Golden Bell and Invincible

formidable, marking him as a

despite his impressive moves, he struggled to gain the upper hand

convinced that Yosef was responsible for Tommy’s concussion, seized the chao’s to her advantage. She spotted a pair of scissors nearby, snatching them up stealthily

son? Rot in hell!” Abellyn’s expression hardened as she

“No!”