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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.

blurted, “What are you talking about? How can Jack defeat Wesley?” His expression darkened as he got a hint of something from what he said, subconsciously stepping

said. None of them refuted his claim, however, and none of them gave him odd stares. This meant that Brook was not pulling things

have realized

they looked at Jack in a different light. They finally understood why the people surrounding them were looking at them as if they were dummies. They finally understood the error in their words. Morton

Wesley has been carried away? Where is he

had no idea where Wesley had been carried off to, either. However, the others knew that Wesley would

moment, Wesley was lying in the guest room of Elder Sayer’s elder council with his eyes closed and

Wesley! That guy has taken it too far. Senior Brother Wesley has already fallen to the ground, badly wounded, and that guy still

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 would