Chapter 1137 The Best Fighter

Amidst the chaos, one person was sitting calmly as if all the commotion had nothing to do with him.

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Sipping his tea, he remained composed amid the turmoil as if perched on a distant mountain peak, observing the ebb and flow of clouds, undisturbed by the surging waves below.

The attendant by his side hesitated for a moment, then couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Robin, are you really not going to intervene?”

Robin toyed with the teacup and was on the verge of saying “No” when he looked up and met Baxter’s malevolent

gaze.

Seeing that the latter was about to strike Neera, he sighed in resignation. Casually setting down his teacup, he was ready to step in and intervene.

Yet, at that moment, a figure appeared in the chaotic crowd, as silent and sudden as a ghost.

In a swift, almost ethereal move, the figure darted toward Baxter and seized his wrist with an effortless flick.

Baxter hesitated for a moment. Before he could discern the identity of the mysterious

him flying with a casual flick of

of lightning, Baxter spat out a mouthful of blood and was propelled through the air. He collided with the tables and chairs behind him, the impact resonating through the room before

in stunned silence, a gentle voice, filled with

words, everyone’s gaze shifted from the crumpled form of Baxter to the

in disbelief, their pupils contracting as if confronted by a

escaped a perilous situation, Neera’s heart was still pounding with fear. As she gradually regained

man had long, cascading hair that gave him an air of gentleness, yet his eyes held a mischievous glint. If he were to smile, it

concern was who this person was, where he had come from,

been crushed, and he coughed up blood in agony. After struggling

filled with

of Lordsworth

struck like a bolt from the blue. Everyone was shocked to the

her behind him

way over with a solemn look on their faces.

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