The Pinnacle Of Life

The coffin was the exact model that was sent to Alex’s villa. The Yowells were fuming,

yet they knew that there was nothing they could do-they were immobile.

“Hey, do you guys think that punk would come?”

“He won’t chicken out, right?”

“I heard that the bastard is around twenty. He’s just a loser, having to rely on women to

survive. How could such a wimp defeat an Intermediate-Mystic-ranked fighter like

Scott?

Can you guys believe that? Well I don’t!”

A bunch of young adults were gossiping with each other. One of them was a woman in

her twenties, just as beautiful as Michelle. Her expression was as cold as ice.

“I don’t care what tricks he pulled during their fight. But I’ll make sure he pays for what

he did to my brother! We Pattingsons will not go back to North Tokyo as long as he’s

alive.”

This woman was Scott’s cousin sister, Winnie Pattingson.

She was the one who carved the word ‘Sl*t’ on Michelle’s face.

As long as he comes, I’ll

limbs and throw him to your feet. Then, you

him!” A teenager with

of the best fighters in his generation

Mulligans.

of the families in North Tokyo that

times

cheering for

martial arts in North Tokyo,

eyes, California was just

Alex had

hadn’t witnessed it.

an infamous

heard from the Yowell

towards the training

of the training grounds sat a middle-aged

his eyes slightly. They were filled

was Scott’s father, Gerald

“We’re here!”

announcement, everyone turned towards the entrance. The man

entered was Alex.

he walked slowly and

with

fixated on Alex for a brief while, but he couldn’t sense

well trained

Gerald furrowed his eyebrows gently, visibly

of Michelle’s limbs without any mercy. Yet here she