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.

Abellyn. “Shouldn’t you be ashamed? Being pursued by a disabled man? He can’t possibly keep up with you

one who harmed our

out the words

Yosef remained stoic, emanating an icy demeanor.

and Abellyn incredulously, “Isn’t there a misunderstanding here? Mr. Yosef is kind-hearted! He wouldn’t harm your son!”

“He’s kind?”

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

unsightly man, torn

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

nodded, her thoughts a jumble. Why won’t Mr. Yosef explain himself?

handles who today!” Blake’s excitement

faced this opponent numerous times. Victory was his

brandished

Sweeping Strike!

Uppercut and Heavy Chop!

of the Flying

mastery of the Golden Bell and Invincible Iron Skin techniques,

equally formidable, marking him as a versatile martial artist.

moves, he struggled to gain the upper hand

concussion, seized the chao’s to her advantage. She

my son? Rot in hell!” Abellyn’s expression

“No!”