Chapter 937

Andrew said, "But you'd better drop that thought... because the consequences will be brutal."

Reuben froze for a second-then burst into loud, mocking laughter. "You've got some nerve, kid! Really putting on a show, huh? You clearly didn't hear Phantom Eye the first time. I'm a guest elder of the Golding family in Blumedale, a semi- martial king! And you're threatening me?"

To Reuben, Andrew was just some punk-someone he could crush with one hand if he wanted. He did not take him seriously in the slightest.

Phantom Eye chimed in from the side, "Reuben, if this kid's acting this cocky, it probably means that crazy woman is still nearby. You might wanna hold off, or this could get ugly fast."

Reuben snorted. "Even if she is, I'm not scared of her. As long as I grab this kid, I don't believe she'd dare make a move."

The words had barely left his mouth before he lunged forward, charging straight at Andrew.

A wicked grin spread across his face. "You walked right into this. Don't blame me for what happens next!"

Natasha panicked. "Darling! Watch out!"

"I already told you that this was gonna end badly for you. Why don't people

raised his hand—and slapped Reuben across the

a monstrous wave of force slammed into him like a tsunami. He let

up to block when Andrew's palm struck him

slammed into the steel support pillar of the cell, warping the metal on impact. He crashed

involve any flashy techniques a martialarts flair. It was

Reuben tried to move, but could not. He clutched his bleeding head, trembling as he

him a glance as he turned and walked out of the cell. "Bring

and dragged

soaked in blood, especially around his head, where the wound hadn't stopped gushing. He

happen?" Phantom Eye stood in shock, his brain struggling to process what

conscious. And the one who did it

Phantom Eye and focusing all his attention on Andrew. "Y-You've gotta be a martial king, right? You have to

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