"Godfrey, you useless fool! Once I recover from my injury, I’m definitely going to deal with you!"
Emtt Ridge sat painfully beneath the tree, his heart filled with anxiety.
In such cold weather, the bandage on his wound had frozen solid.
Wouldn’t that arm be frostbitten?
This is the hand that wields the sword!
If it’s lost, not only will his position as the chief disciple be jeopardized.
He may soon be reduced to guarding the gate.
The martial arts world is very pragmatic.
Without skill, all complints will vanish.
Emtt Ridge looked left and right, anxious and desperate!
Finally!
He saw Godfrey returning in disarray with two Boulevard disciples.
"Where’s the hand?"
Emtt Ridge stood up and asked urgently.
"It got cut off!" Godfrey almost wanted to cry.
Clearly, he was supposed to retrieve a hand, but he lost his own.
"I already know it got cut off! Didn’t you go after it?" Emtt Ridge fud.
"You an your hand?" Godfrey was stunned, stretching out his handless arm, gritting his teeth: "I thought you asked about my hand."
"Your hand... what happened to your hand!" Emtt Ridge even forgot to ask about his own severed arm.
"It was cut off," Godfrey replied with resentnt, "Your hand got crushed; my hand and ear both got severed! Brother, let’s quickly find Master and seek justice for us!"
"Who did this!" Upon hearing about his crushed severed arm, Emtt Ridge was like an enraged lion!
It’s over!
A promising future destroyed...
"The young man who severed your arm..." Godfrey gritted his teeth with hatred: "Let’s go find Master! Let’s see what they have to say at Ocean Academy!"
Originally intending to reattach the severed arm, the Boulevard disciples now had another disabled person.
Gray Wolf Pavilion.
Han Caldwell bead, holding the hands of Brant Fairbanks and Prescott Leopold: "It was a misunderstanding eting each other so soon. I’m sure no one wants to see it. But in an alliance, misunderstandings are inevitable. Our goal is to overthrow Demarco Mount and establish a new order!"
"Mr. Caldwell’s words, how can I, Brant, not give face." Brant Fairbanks said disdainfully, "I just don’t know about Prescott..."
"I have no objections either! But please rember when there are conflicts in the future, everyone needs to restrain themselves! If it doesn’t work out, co to Mr. Caldwell for justice! If fights break out privately, this alliance will be over early!" Prescott Leopold was sowhat angry, but at fault, he had to swallow his pride.
Waiting for the chance, to regain his face in the future.
"The silver lining is that Mr. Prescott’s beloved disciple Emtt Ridge’s arm is expected to recover." Han Caldwell smiled, looking at Prescott Leopold, comforting him: "Our Caldwell Family’s dical equipnt is top-notch worldwide! The doctors we hire are renowned high-level doctors in martial arts. Rest assured, at most one month, at least ten days, Emtt Ridge will surely recover fully!"
"Hmm. Your Caldwell’s..."
Before Prescott could finish his sentence, he heard a pitiful cry from the doorway.
"Master!"
Three seconds later.
Godfrey and Emtt Ridge burst into the Gray Wolf Pavilion in tears, kneeling in front of Prescott Leopold.
"Your Master isn’t dead yet! Why are you crying!" Prescott frowned!
As his most proud disciples, it’s a bit shaful.
Crying like children.
But suddenly, Prescott noticed sothing unusual.
"Where’s your ear?"
He suddenly realized Godfrey’s ear was missing.
"And your hand..." Godfrey extended his severed arm.
"Who did it!"
Prescott’s previously calm anger imdiately flared up again! "Too much abuse!"
"It was... it was Ocean Academy!" Godfrey gritted his teeth, lifted his head, and pointed at Brant Fairbanks: "It was that young man who just killed several of our disciples! He colluded with a harlot and mutilated ! That harlot even crushed Master Emtt Ridge’s arm!"
Boulevard is a prestigious school.
Having suffered such humiliation, it would naturally not bear it.
Just at this mont, everyone was present.
Godfrey saw it as a chance to give his Master a reason to start a massacre!
"A harlot?" Han Caldwell said, surprised: "Where did this harlot co from?"
Although many martial artists ca to Boulevard, Ryder Yarrow at the gate checked each identity. Those not invited or undistinguished had no chance to enter.
How did I not know there was a harlot at Boulevard?
"Your disciple, could they be together with a woman?" Han Caldwell looked at Brant Fairbanks.
He never imagined that the one taking advantage of Olindo Caldwell was soone from Ocean Academy.
The plan now was to stabilize the situation first, secretly find soone to kill that young man.
A re Young Master, there’s no surviving against an army of immortals.
Right on cue, using the dispute between both sides as an excuse, he perfectly avoided his command at the high-level eting room door.
Avoiding a lot of embarrassnt.
Now hearing that Ocean Academy disciples mingled with won and hard Boulevard, Han Caldwell saw it as a perfect opportunity to eliminate them!
"West Tower was with Sikong, but when Director Hawthorne ca down earlier, only Sikong was there. West Tower’s whereabouts are unknown. Could there be a misunderstanding?" Brant Fairbanks was worried; he had placed heavy bets on West Tower!
Any mishap cannot happen!
"The fighting should’ve ended a while ago. Now your Ocean Academy senselessly starts conflicts, it’s an insult to Boulevard!" Han Caldwell said with deep aning: "Brant, better to abandon a pawn to save the king. Execute that couple and give Prescott an explanation!"
"Humph! I take a step back, only for you to press further!" Prescott scoffed coldly, full of killing intent: "Today, no matter who blocks , I must kill that couple!"
"Especially that harlot!" Godfrey shouted excitedly: "I must kill that harlot!"
If it weren’t for that woman and that dog, how could I have lost my hand and ear?
As the atmosphere in Gray Wolf Pavilion grew tense.
Julius Reed and Hayden Caldwell slowly walked in.
Hayden Caldwell’s nose was covered with a layer of gauze, stained with a lot of blood.
"West Tower?" Brant Fairbanks shouted in panic!
This isn’t walking into your death!
As soon as he exclaid, Godfrey turned around, anger blazing in his eyes: "Master, it’s this pair of scoundrels!"
"Alright! Let bring justice for the heavens!" Prescott was about to act but was restrained by Han Caldwell.
"Mr. Caldwell, what do you an by this?" Prescott frowned, greatly displeased.
The opponent repeatedly insulted Boulevard, if Han Caldwell insisted on diation, Prescott would leave!
"You are here too?" Hayden Caldwell, upon seeing Godfrey, was so angry he stomped his feet: "You hit this young lady’s face! I want you dead!"
"Did you see?"
Godfrey snorted slightly and looked at Han Caldwell: "Mr. Caldwell, this harlot is so aggressive! In front of you, she even said she wanted to kill ! Does this harlot see you in their eyes at all! What place does the Caldwell family hold!"
Finishing, his eyes sparkled with pride.
A situation of certain doom!
"Granddaughter, did he hit you?" Han Caldwell’s aura exploded!
Dare to hit Hayden Caldwell?
This is a slap to the Caldwell’s face!
And such a severe one!
A harlot?
Insulting the Caldwell family!
"Grand... Granddaughter?" Godfrey’s eyes widened, and his cowardice froze.
Almost everyone present turned their heads to look at Hayden Caldwell.
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