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Church of Heavenly Yew. Skyler Robins had already made up his mind and was determined not to turn back, despite his friends’ attempts to persuade him.

Miguel Lynch quickly found a soft votive candle stand and sat across from Skyler Robins. “Matthew is in a difficult situation right now and really needs our help. How can you abandon us at a time like this?”

He glanced at Caleb Shaw, who stood beside him, and gave him a signal. Caleb Shaw understood and nodded. “Yes, our second brother has offended the Black Ace Mob and is facing constant retaliation. Moreover, his biological father is causing trouble, and Conrad Kings and Anthony’s third brother are planning to go after him. He is in a desperate situation. As friends, can you really just turn a blind eye?”

They used Matthew Kings as a pretext to convince Skyler Robins. After speaking, both of them looked at Matthew Kings, who stood silently beside them.

Matthew Kings furrowed his brows and said to Skyler Robins, “They’re right. You know, the Hidden Clan group has severely injured me, and now I’m no match for Ben. If… if you don’t come back to help me soon, I’m afraid it won’t be long before you can help me cross over.”

He portrayed himself as pitiful, cooperating with Caleb Shaw and Miguel Lynch’s earlier words.

deeply. “Ah, just thinking

Losing two friends?

Shaw with sharp eyes, a hint of killing intent emerging. It seemed

back of his head. He glanced sideways at Skyler Robins, who sat cross-legged, as if silently explaining: Don’t take it seriously, I was just saying it for his

looked at Matthew Kings. He tugged at the corner of his lips, as if wanting

brother, I apologize.” Besides “I’m sorry,” he really didn’t know what else

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ve said so much to this taciturn person just to get an apology from you? We’ve known each other for years, and you’re just emotionally distant! Whether it’s Sofia Green

and in his anger, he kicked Skyler Robins. Matthew Kings reached out to pull Miguel

was kicked to the ground by Miguel Lynch, but he didn’t feel angry or upset. He calmly reached out and propped himself up on the cold floor, continuing to look at the scripture