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

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

spat out the

Yosef remained stoic, emanating an icy

incredulously, “Isn’t there a misunderstanding here? Mr. Yosef is

“He’s kind?”

ever heard of the saying, ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’? Society’s

the unsightly man, torn about who was

gaze indifferent. “Ellie, step

a jumble. Why won’t Mr. Yosef explain

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

faced this opponent numerous times. Victory was his only

brandished

Rod Sweeping Strike!

Uppercut and

of the Flying

the Golden Bell and Invincible Iron

him as a versatile martial artist.

struggled to gain the upper

She spotted a pair of scissors

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

“No!”