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 can’t possibly keep up with you all

the one who harmed our son, causing him to suffer a concussion and lose

Blake spat out the words

emanating an icy demeanor.

with arms outstretched 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 son!”

“He’s kind?”

“Young girl, ever heard of the saying, ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’? Society’s a lot more

Yosef and the unsightly man, torn about who was

his gaze indifferent. “Ellie, step aside and let

Why won’t Mr. Yosef

see who handles who today!”

faced this opponent

he brandished his

Rod Sweeping

and Heavy Chop!

the Flying

Golden Bell and

formidable, marking him as a versatile martial artist.

impressive moves, he struggled to gain the upper

convinced 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 to approach Yosef from behind.

Rot in hell!” Abellyn’s expression hardened as she

“No!”