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Chapter 5677 Ambrose was nothing but annoyed as he spoke.

Veron truly had no manners at all, first framing him and Heather, then throwing tantrums in front of his father and Uncle Chester...

Veron was in a terrible mood. She roared out loud as she pushed Ambrose backward.

"F*ck off!" Ambrose had long prepared for that, and had been secretly channeling his internal energy into his legs to remain standing firm as a rock.

Veron caught her balance as her face was filled with humiliated rage and she glowered at Ambrose.

"Ambrose Darby! What's the Heating of this? Trying to abuse your power because you're on your own grounds, are you? Or has the Elysium Gate really struck up an allyship with the Wudang Sect to take the Lange family down, and now you're holding me captive?" Amidst her rage, Veron spewed out everything she thought of, not holding anything back.

Ambrose could hardly contain his anger watching her run her mouth and roared, "Shut up! The Elysium Gate has never struck up anything with the Wudang Sect, and I will not have you spreading rumors like this. Also, you shall apologize for how you treated my father and Uncle Chester." His tone was razor-sharp, leaving no

room for retaliation.

ruder, and he had to teach her a

the head of the Elysium Sect, Ambrose Darby! That's not going to work on me. Now, f*ck off!" Ambrose stood there, his tone firm as steel as he growled, "You're not leaving until you apologize." Veron was truly enraged as she exclaimed, "To hell with you!" As the final word rang through the air, Veron raised her hands to

she pierced in the direction

Veron did not hold back one bit with her blow. The long sword

everyone including Darryl, Chester

temper was...

with full force over the smallest thing

her, but they were

make it in time.

What a crazy woman.

changed as he sensed the power of Veron's blow. He cursed to himself, not panicking in

coldly, "You really don't have any manners in that head of yours. I think you were here to start something, not to ask for help." As the words rang through the air, Ambrose raised his right hand, casting a blow against Veron's back. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to