Love At The Wrong Table

Feeling a bit familiar, the beautiful supervisor asked, “W-What’s your name?”

“Yosef Harper!” The man replied, staring at her. “I’m a representative of the Tanner family. Don’t I have the right to go to the island?”

“Oh? It’s, um, it’s you!” The beautiful supervisor turned even paler. The staff member with Yosef’s sword at her throat started crying. People around began to back away.

They had all received the police’s message. ‘this man had killed many people and escaped from prison.’ ·

“Please, calm down. Let me check with the boss!” The beautiful supervisor, fearing refusal might lead to bloodshed, called Joe for instructions.

The reply was surprising. “Let him board! Arrange a special boat to take him to the island!”

many wealthy and influential individuals would attend the event. His goal was to make money and provide an exciting martial arts spectacle; other matters were secondary. Even if the police wanted access, they

a positive response, Yosef didn’t continue his spree. Instead, he sheathed his sword and followed the beautiful supervisor onto the boat.

fallen, but the island was brightly lit-a true city that never

other family members. There was applause and fireworks-a grand event, almost

immense influence. Nearly all the elite of Nuthana were present, even the mayor

on the current status of each faction in Nuthana-the higher the status, the later the entry. When the Quillen family entered, many others had already

arts competition were all up for bets, which made them a hundred times more exciting than the preliminaries. The odds of the Quillen family winning were 1 to 32, placing them in the middle tier of attention among all factions.

head of the Zigler family of Gratz approached with a proud smile, extending his hand for a