Sir Ares, Goodnight

Spencer was so furious that he started scratching his head. This man appeared so calm even on the brink of death. He wondered which demon descended from hell and possessed him. How could he be so brazen?

"Ohhh, timid, huh? Since you're so afraid of scaring her, then you'd better not yell when I skin you alive later."

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Grayson came in front of Jay almost at lightning speed, protecting his master behind him.

Spencer was stunned at the scene. "A martial artist?"

His eagle eyes sank. "Capture them all and bring them to me. I want to interrogate them clearly."

The Yorks' stronghold's guards were all relatively young and inferior lads. Perhaps it was so they would be unobtrusive to outsiders.

Grayson alone was able to knock them all to the ground.

yelled about his unfilial son," Cole, that b*stard son of mine. Didn't he say that these six tourists consist of one blind person, one sickly person, a terrified couple, and two who look slightly more useful but are busy dragging around their piglike teammates? Now just one of them is able to defeat our platoon. Go and call that

stupor just because of this small issue, he'll cut me alive instead," said Carson with a bitter

he heard the words' drunken stupor'. His son had become a degenerate ever since he came back from his mission

tell him that these two martial artists are too superb and have defeated

a grandmaster's level, and he was

surpassed those

are you still waiting

lurk around anymore

Cole into the

any longer. "I've asked you lot to practice and

are just too good. Even the young master may not

think I'm blind? Can this half-wit martial artist even compare

for a while and was getting a little drowsy. He commanded his servants, "Go and bring m y recliner here. I'll stand guard by the door and wait for Cole Yorks to clean up the mess." After his people brought his recliner in, he was blocking the door to the courtyard with his body. His posture was of

a whisper, "Brother,