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.

by a disabled man? He can’t possibly keep

inquired, “Is he the one who harmed our son, causing him to suffer a concussion

Blake spat out the words

remained stoic, emanating an

incredulously, “Isn’t there

“He’s kind?”

sheep’s clothing’? Society’s

between Yosef and the unsightly

indifferent. “Ellie, step

thoughts a jumble. Why won’t Mr. Yosef

Let’s see who handles who today!” Blake’s excitement

this confrontation, having faced this opponent numerous times. Victory was

he brandished his

Sweeping Strike!

and Heavy Chop!

of the Flying

mastery of the Golden Bell and Invincible Iron

him as

despite his impressive moves, he struggled to gain the

for Tommy’s concussion, seized the chao’s to her advantage. She spotted a pair of scissors nearby, snatching

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

“No!”