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.

a disabled man? He can’t possibly keep up with you all the

“Is he the one who harmed our son, causing

spat out the

Yosef remained stoic, emanating an icy demeanor.

incredulously, “Isn’t there a misunderstanding here? Mr. Yosef is kind-hearted!

“He’s kind?”

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

and the unsightly

indifferent. “Ellie, step aside and let me handle

Why won’t

me? Let’s see who handles who today!”

faced this opponent numerous times.

brandished his nunchaku.

Sweeping

and Heavy

of the Flying Swallow!

Blake’s mastery of the Golden Bell and Invincible Iron

equally formidable, marking him as a versatile martial artist.

he struggled to gain the upper hand against Yosef.

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

Rot in hell!” Abellyn’s expression hardened as

“No!”