Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1739

Lying on the ground, Ironskull looked up with a glimmer of hope, desperately trying to get up.

"Mr. Emmanuel!" Tears mixed with blood streamed down his face, creating an amazing sight.

He knew Ostrich had a nose as sharp as a bloodhound's, and Aurora's unique scent would lead him right to this place with Emmanuel in tow. This was trust in a comrade!

"Don't worry, I'm here!" Emmanuel strode over patting him on the shoulder and pulling him up in one swift motion. He's changed so much since our first meeting, he thought. Aurora, still sprawled on the ground, could feel it too. Black Wolf Team was transforming under Emmanuel's influence, and even Dark Night Islands seemed to be changing. She was eager to see if these incremental changes would eventually lead to a startling transformation.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Emmanuel! Alright, I'll do you a favor. You can rescue your woman yourself. I won't interfere." Solana stepped back, signaling the fighters of Frost and FlAlliance to step as well. They aspired to dominate Dark Night Islands, and Black Wolf Team was a formidable obstacle. Now was the perfect time to observe their rival up close.

With onlookers around, Falcon's excitement only grew. He suddenly reached out, tearing Aurora's mink coat to shreds and tossing it aside. Her voluptuous figure was left exposed to the frigid air, looking even more enticing under the moonlight.

and Ostrich roared

trying to save Aurora to keep her as

threat at all. From what the latter had shown so far, his power was

you don't stand a chance! Haha..." In their eyes, Emmanuel was at best on Falcon's level, while dealing with Aqua and Ostrich would be

had deliberately headed south, only to circle back north, successfully luring away the brute Vachon. Otherwise, if he had teamed

laughing triumphantly,

Before they knew

moving even faster than when he faced the Shadow Clan earlier! Seems like he's really angry and ready to fight for real! Falcon's eyes

of effortless slaps. His moves were nothing fancy, yet they

Mad are nothing in the face of a