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Noel also felt that the atmosphere was too stagnant, and both Jack and Wesley were on the brink of a fight. He glanced at Jack with a slightly worried look in his eyes before he sneakily stretched out his hand a tan area, unseen by the others, to pull Jack’s clothes, all in an attempt to remind Jack not get too agitated from Wesley’s provocation

The corners of Jack’s mouth curled upward. He knew what Noel meant by pulling on his clothes…but he ignored it. Wesley was trembling with anger as he stared at Jack resentfully. Compared to Wesley’s furious expression, Jack was extremely calm. Although he was arguing with Wesley when he said those words, his expression remained stoic.

Wesley gritted his teeth as he spoke, “My brother will never let you off the hook; he’ll kill you!”

besides making

throat, and Wesley felt that his interaction with Jack would only make his blood boil. His sensible nerves were at the brink of disappearing, too. His eyes had reddened like red-colored glass beads,

toward the big round platform behind them. Such a scene caused everybody to

one getting a last disciple today. These people were naturally the formal elders

last platform, they sat down from east to west according to the order of their strengths. At this moment, Wesley did not dare act so

turned around and glared at Jack fiercely. Wesley lowered his voice and hissed, “You just

himself and Jack. Jack sighed lightly, finally no longer having to be interacting with this disgusting fly. Noel and Brook let out a long sigh of relief when they saw how Wesley turned around to leave. Brook slowly spoke as he placed his hands on

two met squarely in the argument, and it felt like you’ve reached the point where only death would stop the

will only end when one of us dies. People like Wesley will never stop once somebody offends him. He’ll only cease to do anything when