Such a simple statement stunned both Morton and Gerald, their faces slammed with disbelief, and their mouths hung wide open.

Morton laughed dryly, even musing to himself that Brook might have lost his mind. Why else would Brook have said such impractical things? Jack and Wesley had already finished their wager battle, and Jack…defeated Wesley? What nonsense these were!

Despite that, the weird glances they were receiving subconsciously stopped Morton just as he was about to refute.

How can Jack defeat Wesley?” His expression darkened as he got a hint of

and all of them heard what Brook had said. None of them refuted his claim, however, and none of

would have realized

them were looking at them as if they were dummies. They finally understood the error in

has been carried away? Where is

had been carried off to, either. However, the others knew that Wesley would be brought to the elder council where

eyes closed and his face pale. Elder Sayer stretched out his hand to

the bed, visibly distraught. “Elder Sayer, you need to get justice for Senior Brother Wesley! That guy has taken it too far. Senior Brother Wesley has already fallen to the ground, badly wounded, and that guy still followed up with a punch,

the expression on Elder Sayer’s face remained the same. He slowly stretched out his right hand, and if they looked carefully, they would discover that a layer of grayish-black mist floated above Elder Sayer’s right hand. If Jack was in the room, he

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