My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1146

Atlas looked at Curtis with a half-smile.

He felt the aura of a stage eight grandmaster in this guy.

How could a stage eight grandmaster wear a golden robe?

“Who are you to tell my master what to do?” Puck stared at Atlas

coldly.

“Huh? You think you can just come out here and cheat people?” Atlas, the eldest son of the Kennedys in Capiton, had been proud all his life. Why would he be scared of this little nobody?

“Cheat? Open your eyes and see, my master is the Storm Crane of Northern Xanthalos, Curtis Vankemp!” Puck was like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on as he roared with red eyes.

Atlas slapped Puck in the face.

Puck was just a stage five Energy Cultivation Realm expert.

Atlas was in the Profound Reality realm.

Even without the use of true energy, Puck was beaten badly.

“You bastard, how dare you hit me…

Puck clenched his fist and thrust it toward Atlas’ face.

Nobody dared to disrespect him ever since he became Curtis’

follower.

How dare this inexperienced brat hit him?

Atlas squeezed Puck’s hand and then kicked him out. Puck flew ten meters away like a cannonball.

eyes rolled

at the young man in astonishment.

and wanted to say something, but he

voice.

but to turn

hit my disciple?

Storm Crane!”

finished speaking, he

meters away.

teeth

a fuck if you’re the Storm Crane?”

was Nash who slapped him.

time.

need for further trouble if he could

Atlas felt relieved.

the relationship between

both have similar

glared at Nash. As he was rummaging through his bag for a golden rune, he cursed, “How

and chanted the spell. The golden rune turned into

not dodge or avoid. He allowed the flames to envelop him.

Why don’t you shout now? How can you, a martial arts practitioner, fight

The flames

and saw that Nash

not for the scorch marks on the soil under his feet,

it was just an

impossible! How could my rune have no effect on

Curtis was devastated.

incantation could instantly

500 degrees.

person, even a cow

Everett and asked, “You’re the

is Everett Holmes, the general person in charge of the Hex

you…”