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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

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

would have realized that something was

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 breathed heavily as he was obviously stimulated by what

Wesley has been carried away? Where is he taken

Jack had no idea where Wesley had been carried off to, either. However, the others knew that Wesley would be brought to the elder council where

was lying in the guest room of Elder Sayer’s elder council with his eyes closed and his face pale. Elder Sayer stretched out his hand to smooth

“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, not holding back! He subjected Senior Brother Wesley to suffer from four broken ribs,

that a layer of grayish-black mist floated above Elder Sayer’s right hand. If Jack was in the room, he would recognize right off the bat that the grayish-black mist was the residue of his