Sir Ares, Goodnight

As soon as Andy said those words, Sandra pushed her away. Fortunately, Andy was on her guard as she pulled Roxie with her and jumped a meter away.

A white-colored haze shot out of Sandra's palms. Spencer did not manage to dodge in time and inhaled some of the haze before clutching his chest. He began choking and coughing. As soon as he coughed, it caused him to inhale even more fine powder into his lungs. In no time at all, he was convulsing on the ground.

Spencer pointed at Sandra furiously. "I believed you..."

Andy said, "Were you aware that she can use poison, Grand-uncle?"

The terminally ill Sandra seemed to have gone through a complete transformation. Her zombie-like face was slowly recovering and color was gradually returning to her face.

She stood up from the recliner in an imposing and majestic manner.

Andy motioned to Roxie with her eyes. "Attack."

both leaped into the

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master, hence he asked him deliberately, "Why is there fighting in

Robbie was a meticulous and clear-sighted person. He might be a very insightful person, but it was unfortunate he

nonchalantly, "Madam Nephele probably has an accomplice hiding in

heard the word 'probably'. Matters that involved human lives as such

go to the back courtyard to check on Andy and Roxie?" Baby Robbie propped his legs up on the couch as he savored the fruits that the Yorks had prepared for him,

back and asked,

explained, "The back courtyard doesn't need your help. Sis Andy and Sis Roxie can handle it. It's no use for you to go

let out a delicate smile. "Uncle Cole is so skilled. Besides, he has a strong and boorish fellow like Carson to help him out. They don't lack martial arts skills. What they lack is wit." Grand Old Master Yorks