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.

fell on Abellyn. “Shouldn’t you be ashamed? Being pursued by a disabled man? He can’t possibly keep up with you all the way here! Quit your

Surprised, she inquired, “Is he the one who harmed our son, causing him to

spat out

remained stoic, emanating an icy demeanor.

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

“He’s kind?”

saying, ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’? Society’s a lot more treacherous than you imagine. Don’t always equate appearances with justice.

unsightly man, torn about who was right.

“Ellie, step aside

Why

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

this confrontation, having faced this opponent numerous

he brandished

Rod Sweeping Strike!

Uppercut and Heavy Chop!

of the Flying

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

skills were equally formidable, marking him

despite his impressive moves, he struggled to gain the

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

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

“No!”