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.

you be ashamed? Being pursued by a disabled man? He can’t possibly

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

spat out the words

remained stoic, emanating

addressed both Blake and Abellyn incredulously, “Isn’t there a misunderstanding here? Mr.

“He’s kind?”

his yellowed teeth gleaming as if mocking a bitter joke. “Young girl, ever heard of the saying, ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’? Society’s a lot more treacherous than

the unsightly man, torn

remained silent, his gaze indifferent. “Ellie, step aside and let me handle

a jumble. Why

see who handles

relished this confrontation, having faced this opponent numerous

he brandished his nunchaku.

Rod Sweeping

Uppercut and Heavy Chop!

the Flying Swallow!

Blake’s mastery of the Golden Bell and Invincible Iron Skin techniques,

him

he struggled to gain the upper hand against

to her advantage. She spotted a pair of

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

“No!”