Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 964

“How audacious! Who has the guts to mess with Templar Valor?!” The commotion at the door reverberated through the air and drifted into the building.

As Magnus and Blake entered the front yard, a middle-aged man in a black combat suit led his group of disciples out of the place with an angry expression. It seemed like he already knew what had happened.

Upon seeing Magnus and Blake, the man squinted in anger. “Who are you? What is your problem with Templar Valor? How dare you come here looking for trouble?!”

Meanwhile, the man’s disciples couldn’t wait for Magnus to explain, as they were just as angry as their master.

However, Magnus responded with a calm smile and said, “There’s nothing personal here. I’m just trying to have some fun by bullying you guys because, let’s face it, you’re all too weak.”

“What?!”

rude! This insult

was known as one of the eight major sects in Chanaea,

here hoping to pay you to do something for me,

for Alfwhit. As the head of Templar Valor, Alfwhit couldn’t allow someone to play with his ego, which later became a

“Go to h*ll!”

his movements were filled with a desire to kill. Ironically, the techniques of Templar Palms were best utilized when one had a balanced

smile, Blake sneered and stood in front of Magnus, feeling obligated to honor the payment for his services. He extended his arms and met

force was so great that it produced a loud thud. Blake was then sent flying, seemingly having

“Well done, Master!”

female disciple, dressed in purple, couldn’t wait to witness her master defeat Blake and avenge the humiliation she had suffered earlier. At the same time, all the other disciples raised their arms and cheered for

Come on, I thought you

delivering deadly

had successfully hurt Blake. At the same time, Alfwhit’s disciples clenched their fists in excitement, thinking that

weak. You’re even worse than Sinclair and Alfred. In fact, calling you trash is an understatement.”