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.

“Shouldn’t you be ashamed? Being pursued by a disabled man? He

situation. Surprised, she inquired, “Is he the one who harmed

him!” Blake spat out

remained stoic, emanating an

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

“He’s kind?”

the saying, ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’? Society’s a

glanced between Yosef and the unsightly man, torn about who

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

a jumble. Why won’t Mr. Yosef

who handles who

this confrontation, having faced this opponent numerous times. Victory

brandished

Rod Sweeping

Uppercut and Heavy Chop!

of the

mastery of the Golden Bell and Invincible Iron Skin techniques,

marking him as a versatile martial artist.

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

for Tommy’s concussion, seized the chao’s to her advantage. She spotted a pair of scissors nearby, snatching them up stealthily to approach Yosef from behind.

hell!” Abellyn’s expression

“No!”