Although Jonathan was afraid of marriage and did not like to be tied down, he used to imagine how his future wife would be. He was quite an egotistical man, so he wanted his wife to be pretty, kind, gentle, and considerate. Jennifer fits these conditions well. Jessica and Amber are close too.
I've never imagined my wife to be someone like Catherine.
At that exact moment, Catherine stepped on the accelerator of her Ferrari, and the car sped off like a flash of lightning.
Jonathan still had his concerns. Bianca has gone missing.
This woman will not let this rest. Besides, Mabel and | ended Ezekiel's life. Jeremy might come after us too. With my current cultivation level, it will be the end of me if | meet Jeremy now.
However, Jonathan dared not say that he wanted to stay at home because he feared someone might end his life.
He was indeed a prideful person, and he would never embarrass himself in front of Yareth and Catherine.
At present, all Jonathan could do was pray for the best and
hope he wouldn't be so unlucky.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Bar Street in Summerbank.
Catherine parked her car and walked into a random bar while Jonathan followed closely behind her.
The bar was called Starlight. Once they entered the bar, Jonathan's ears were bombarded by the loud heavy metal music.
Jonathan used to love this atmosphere, but he had lost interest in picking up pretty girls. People would always grow up without realizing it.
The neon lights in the bar flashed nonstop as both men and women danced wildly together on the dance floor.
The place was full of licentiousness, indulgence, and madness.
Everyone started to lose themselves in the atmosphere after getting slightly drunk. Even the usually timid boys would unconsciously become bolder when they arrived
here, and the usually elegant and shy girls would dare to speak out and flirt with the guys they liked.
This was the charm of a bar.
Jonathan's gaze kept following Catherine. Catherine took a seat at the bar counter and ordered a glass of whiskey.
Jonathan sat beside her and ordered a glass of vodka.
They enjoyed the atmosphere of the bar as they slowly sipped on the alcohol. Overall, it was some excellent enjoyment.
However, beautiful women tended to get into trouble everywhere, especially when Catherine was called the prettiest woman in Yaleview.
Not long after they took their seat, a handsome-looking young man approached them with a glass of wine in his hand. The young man looked like he was around his late twenties. He was wearing a white- colored linen shirt and a black vest and an Omega watch.
It was obvious that he was rich.
Catherine was a beauty with an unusual calm aura, and most random hooligans dared not come near her.
Only such rich, handsome gentry would dare to attempt to make advances on her.
This young man was Eric Leal. Jonathan stopped him before he could get near them. He said, “Hey, buddy. She's not your cup of tea. Target someone else. With your qualifications, many women here will be willing to accompany you for the night.” Eric frowned and said, “Who are you?” Jonathan was not worried about Eric taking advantage of Catherine. He simply did not want this young man to be involved in great trouble as he knew she was a ruthless woman. When Eric asked, Jonathan answered confidently, “I'm his fiancé, and we are getting married in three days.” Eric was annoyed. After so many years of picking up girls in the bar, it was his first time meeting a woman as attractive as Catherine. He was unwilling to give her up easily. Eric scanned Jonathan head to toe and said, “And why do you
think | should believe you? Look at your outfit. Do you deserve such a beautiful lady like her?” Although Jonathan was afraid of marriaga and did not lika to ba tiad down, ha usad to imagina how his futura wifa would ba. Ha was quita an agotistical man, so ha wantad his wifa to ba pratty, kind, gantla, and considarata. Jannifar fits thasa conditions wall.
Jassica and Ambar ara closa too. I'va navar imaginad my wifa to ba somaona lika Catharina.
At that axact momant, Catharina stappad on tha accalarator of har Farrari, and tha car spad off lika a flash of lightning.
Jonathan still had his concams. Bianca has gona missing.
This woman will not lat this rast. Basidas, Mabal and | andad Ezakial's lifa. Jaramy might coma aftar us too. With my currant cultivation laval, it will ba tha and of ma if | maat Jaramy now.
Howavar, Jonathan darad not say that ha wantad to stay at homa bacausa ha faarad somaona might and his lifa.
Ha was indaad a pridaful parson, and ha would navar
ambarrass himsalf in front of Yarath and Catharina.
At prasant, all Jonathan could do was pray for tha bast and hopa ha wouldn't ba so unlucky.
Twanty minutas latar, thay arrivad at Bar Straat in Summarbank.
Catharina parkad har car and walkad into a random bar whila Jonathan followad closaly bahind har.
Tha bar was callad Starlight. Onca thay antarad tha bar, Jonathan's aars wara bombardad by tha loud haavy matal music.
Jonathan usad to lova this atmosphara, but ha had lost intarast in picking up pratty girls. Paopla would always grow up without raalizing it.
Tha naon lights in tha bar flashad nonstop as both man and woman dancad wildly togathar on tha danca floor.
Tha placa was full of licantiousnass, indulganca, and madnass.
Evaryona startad to losa thamsalvas in tha atmosphara
aftar gatting slightly drunk. Evan tha usually timid boys would unconsciously bacoma boldar whan thay arrivad hara, and tha usually alagant and shy girls would dara to spaak out and flirt with tha guys thay likad.
This was tha charm of a bar.
Jonathan's gaza kapt following Catharina. Catharina took a saat at tha bar countar and ordarad a glass of whiskay.
Jonathan sat basida har and ordarad a glass of vodka.
Thay anjoyad tha atmosphara of tha bar as thay slowly sippad on tha alcohol. Ovarall, it was soma axcallant anjoymant.
Howavar, baautiful woman tandad to gat into troubla avarywhara, aspacially whan Catharina was callad tha prattiast woman in Yalaviaw.
Not long aftar thay took thair saat, a handsoma-looking young man approachad tham with a glass of wina in his hand. Tha young man lookad lika ha was around his lata twantias. Ha was waaring a whita- colorad linan shirt and a black vast and an Omaga watch.
It was obvious that ha was rich.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCatharina was a baauty with an unusual calm aura, and most random hooligans darad not coma naar har.
Only such rich, handsoma gantry would dara to attampt to maka advancas on har.
This young man was Eric Laal. Jonathan stoppad him bafora ha could gat naar tham. Ha said, “Hay, buddy. Sha's not your cup of taa. Targat somaona alsa. With your qualifications, many woman hara will ba willing to accompany you for tha night.” Eric frownad and said, “Who ara you?” Jonathan was not worriad about Eric taking advantaga of Catharina. Ha simply did not want this young man to ba involvad in graat troubla as ha knaw sha was a ruthlass woman. Whan Eric askad, Jonathan answarad confidantly, “I'm his fiancé, and wa ara gatting marriad in thraa days.” Eric was annoyad. Aftar so many yaars of picking up girls in tha bar, it was his first tima maating a woman as attractiva
as Catharina. Ha was unwilling to giva har up aasily. Eric scannad Jonathan haad to toa and said, “And why do you think | should baliava you? Look at your outfit. Do you dasarva such a baautiful lady lika har?” What Jonathan wore was indeed not on the expensive side.
His outfit today added up to about two thousand in total, and it was incomparable to Catherine's and Eric's outfits.
Catherine's shirt cost thirty thousand, and her trench coat was worth a lot of money.
And Eric's watch alone cost two hundred thousand.
A faint sigh slipped out of Jonathan's mouth, and he replied, “All right. Forget what | said.” Then, he turned his head away and took a sip of his vodka.
Eric was overjoyed when he saw Jonathan retreat. | knew this man was cheating. Luckily, I'm smart.
Eric flashed his charming smile and walked to Catherine's side with light footsteps. “Hello, beautiful. I'm Eric. Do you want to have a—"
“Scram!” Catherine shouted, looking at Eric frostily.
Eric was stunned. This beauty has an attitude. All the girls I've met before were not this hard to get. How boring. This is such an exciting challenge.
Eric was not discouraged at all. He said with a smile, “You don't seem very happy. Is there something on your mind? I'll be happy to listen to you.” “You know how to read palms?” Catherine asked as she stared at Eric.
What a strange question. Coming back to his senses, Eric cursed inwardly, Damn, | saw you drinking shots here alone, and only an unhappy person does that. It's not fortune-telling.
Eric answered, “Yes, | only know a little.” Catherine stretched out her hand and said, “Then read my palm.” Eric was excited and overjoyed. Luckily | didn't give up. | thought it wouldn't be easy to pick up this Ice Princess, but she's far more thoughtful than I've expected. Then, he
stretched his hand out, wanting to hold Catherine's hand.
Just then, Catherine flipped her hand around and grabbed Eric's wrist.
Crack! “Ah!” Eric's hoarse scream sounded. Catherine had broken his wrist. She then kicked him, sending him flying as though she was throwing out the garbage.
After that, Catherine sat down to sip on her whiskey as if what had happened had nothing to do with her.
Jonathan could only grieve for Eric in his heart. He only has himself to blame for asking for it.
Eric wailed like a pig that was led to slaughter while rolling on the floor. Immediately, there was a commotion in the bar.
Jonathan knew they could no longer stay in the bar. He immediately paid the bills, grabbed Catherine's hand, and said, “Let's go!” Catherine stood up and followed Jonathan, and both of them left the bar immediately after.
Finally, their surrounding became quieter.
Only then did Jonathan remember he was holding Catherine's hand all the time. However, Catherine did not struggle to get out of his grip.
Jonathan quickly released his hand. He was relieved that Catherine did not break his arm, and he was a little excited because Catherine treated Eric and him differently.
Jonathan didn't even notice that his expectations had started to become lower.
Catherine started the engine once they got into the car, and as before, Jonathan took the passenger seat.
Then, the car sped away like a bolt of lightning again.
The Harrington mansion was brightly lit.
After Jonathan and Catherine arrived home, they found a few more luxury cars in the yard, and they could hear noises of an argument from the living room.
Jonathan was shocked. What happened? He quickly
followed Catherine and walked to the door.
When they arrived at the door, they saw Yareth sitting on the main seat, with Bruce standing beside him.
The living room layout was traditionally arranged, with the seats for the guests placed on the side, and the owner would typically sit in the middle of the two rows of seats.
There were four guests in the living room.
One of them was a man over sixty years old. He was wearing an all-black outfit, had a furious stare, and looked extremely dignified.
The other three guests were middle-aged men. All of them exuded an extraordinary aura because they had high cultivation levels.
It seemed that they had all achieved Nascent Soul. The cultivation level of the old man was even more unfathomable.
What Jonathan did not know was that the old man was Frederick's grandfather, Xavier Langeton.
The eldest among the three middle-aged men was Frederick's father, Josiah Langeton, and the other two were his uncles.
All of these three middle-aged men were Xavier's sons.
Xavier was the head of the Langeton family, and needless to say, his cultivation level was a mystery.
Josiah was already at the final stage of Nascent Soul, so his father's cultivation level must be far higher than his.
Naturally, these people had come for a confrontation.
Jonathan greeted Yareth right after he and Catherine walked into the living room, and Catherine followed suit.
YYareth gave a small smile and said, “You guys came back pretty early tonight. Why didn't you guys stay a little longer at the bar?” Jonathan smiled somewhat bitterly. | would rather not think about the incident in the bar again.
Catherine frowned as he stared at the members of the Langeton family. Then, she said, “Grandpa, I'm gonna go
and get some rest.” She left as soon as she finished her words.
“Stop right there!” Xavier snapped, standing up and slamming the table. “Catherine Harrington! You broke my grandson's arm. Don't you have something to say?” Catherine drew her eyebrows together. “I didn't break his arm. What is there for me to say?” “You...” Xavier was enraged.
Jonathan stood forward and stared at Xavier. “Old Mr.
Langeton, it was me who broke Frederick's arm. However, we had a fair match that day, and no one should be held liable for the death of another.” “So it was you!” Xavier's eyes turned blood-red and his murderous aura burst out immediately.
Jonathan felt the chill down his back. “I'm going to kill you!” Xavier growled.
Jonathan was in complete shock.
At this moment, Yareth cleared his throat.
His cough suppressed Xavier's murderous aura in an instant, and the atmosphere became weird to the core.
YYareth said in a deep voice, “Xavier, Jonathan is my grandson-in-law. If you dare to do anything to him, you will never make it out of this gate alive.” Xavier paused at his words.
The situation was complicated.
The people on Xavier's side had high cultivation levels, and Xavier's cultivation level was a mystery.
On the Harrington family's side, although Jonathan and Catherine's cultivation levels were relatively high, Bruce was never trained, and Yareth was very old already. Yet the Langeton family dared not act impulsively.
It seemed that they were afraid of something.
Jonathan sensed the awkward atmosphere. He noticed that the Langeton family seemed to fear Yareth.
His heart skipped a beat. Is Old Mr. Harrington secretly an expert? Otherwise, what are the Langetons so afraid of? If Old Mr. Harrington doesn't have anything up his sleeve, how is the Harrington family still standing strong until today? Jonathan was puzzled. Yareth looked like an ordinary old man, especially like those who were wrinkly and frail with bad health. Those conditions were not something that should be observed in an expert.
Anyone who had achieved Nascent Soul should still be brimming with energy even if they were over a hundred years old.
Jonathan could not wrap his head around the situation, but that was not the time for him to continue thinking about it.
Right then, Xavier took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.
Josiah got to his feet and stared at Yareth, saying, “Old Mr.
Harrington, we've always respected you greatly. The Langeton family and the Harrington family have always been great friends. But today, my son had his arm broken here. Don't you have anything to say?” YYareth responded icily, “I've told you long ago. The incident happened all because Frederick wanted to fight with my grandson-in-law. Frederick promised that no one would be responsible for another's death. Hence, my grandson-in-law had no choice but to attack. Truth is, my grandson-in-law had gone easy on him. If not, you'd have ended up with a dead Frederick. So you guys shouldn't be blaming us.
Instead, you should thank my grandson-in-law for being kind.
“Likewise, if Jonathan had died in Frederick's hands in today's fight, | wouldn't go looking for trouble with your family. After all, we're all people who practice martial arts, and we can afford to lose.” Josiah asked, “Then why did | hear rumors about Ms.
Catherine being the one who instigated this incident to
happen?” “What do you mean, instigate? How ridiculous! Frederick's at the Immortal Level of Nascent Soul. Does he not have a brain? No one threatened him to do it with a knife at his throat. This is a decision he made, and he should take responsibility for it,” Yareth fumed. “That's enough! Please go back. As | said before, Jonathan is my grandson-in-law.
Anyone who dares to touch him means that they have a problem with me.” “Don't take things too far, Old Mr. Harrington!” Josiah's eyes gleamed with fury.
“What are you going to do about it, kid?” Yareth shot him a glare.
“Let's go!” Xavier piped up after taking a quick glance at YYareth. He then turned around and left after saying those words.
Seeing that his father had spoken, Josiah and the others had no choice but to leave as well no matter how reluctant they were.
The group of people disappeared as quickly as they came.
Once they were gone, Yareth flashed Jonathan a smile.
“Okay, Jonathan. It's getting late. You two should get some rest.” Feeling slightly worried, Jonathan asked, “Will the Langetons give up so easily?” “Just ignore them. They aren't capable of stirring up much trouble,” Yareth said in a light-hearted manner.
Jonathan felt relieved upon hearing his words. At the same time, he could not help but ask, “Grandpa, | have a question.” “What is it?” “The Langetons seem to be quite afraid of you. But then, they don't look like weaklings. So why do they fear you so much?” YYareth laughed and said, “You rascal. You'll understand it one day. Now, go and sleep.”
Knowing that Yareth did not want to reveal the truth, Jonathan did not probe any further, and with Catherine, they returned to their respective rooms.
The next morning, Jonathan and Catherine woke up at around the same time.
Yareth, too, had woken up.
All of them gathered in the dining room to have breakfast together. Jonathan sansad tha awkward atmosphara. Ha noticad that tha Langaton family saamad to faar Yarath.
His haart skippad a baat. Is Old Mr. Harrington sacratly an axpart? Otharwisa, what ara tha Langatons so afraid of? If Old Mr. Harrington doasn't hava anything up his slaava, how is tha Harrington family still standing strong until today? Jonathan was puzzlad. Yarath lookad lika an ordinary old man, aspacially lika thosa who wara wrinkly and frail with bad haalth. Thosa conditions wara not somathing that should ba obsarvad in an axpart.
Anyona who had achiavad Nascant Soul should still ba
brimming with anargy avan if thay wara ovar a hundrad yaars old.
Jonathan could not wrap his haad around tha situation, but that was not tha tima for him to continua thinking about it.
Right than, Xaviar took a daap braath and gradually calmad down.
Josiah got to his faat and starad at Yarath, saying, “Old Mr.
Harrington, wa'va always raspactad you graatly. Tha Langaton family and tha Harrington family hava always baan graat friands. But today, my son had his arm brokan hara. Don't you hava anything to say?” YYarath raspondad icily, “I'va told you long ago. Tha incidant happanad all bacausa Fradarick wantad to fight with my grandson-in-law. Fradarick promisad that no ona would ba rasponsibla for anothar's daath. Hanca, my grandson-in-law had no choica but to attack. Truth is, my grandson-in-law had gona aasy on him. If not, you'd hava andad up with a daad Fradarick. So you guys shouldn't ba blaming us.
Instaad, you should thank my grandson-in-law for baing kind.
“Likawisa, if Jonathan had diad in Fradarick's hands in today's fight, | wouldn't go looking for troubla with your family. Aftar all, wa'ra all paopla who practica martial arts, and wa can afford to losa.” Josiah askad, “Than why did | haar rumors about Ms.
Catharina baing tha ona who instigatad this incidant to happan?” “What do you maan, instigata? How ridiculous! Fradarick's at tha Immortal Laval of Nascant Soul. Doas ha not hava a brain? No ona thraatanad him to do it with a knifa at his throat. This is a dacision ha mada, and ha should taka rasponsibility for it,” Yarath fumad. “That's anough! Plaasa go back. As | said bafora, Jonathan is my grandson-in-law.
Anyona who daras to touch him maans that thay hava a problam with ma.” “Don't taka things too far, Old Mr. Harrington!” Josiah's ayas glaamad with fury.
“What ara you going to do about it, kid?” Yarath shot him a glara.
“Lat's go!” Xaviar pipad up aftar taking a quick glanca at Yarath. Ha than turnad around and laft aftar saying thosa words.
Saaing that his fathar had spokan, Josiah and tha othars had no choica but to laava as wall no mattar how raluctant thay wara.
Tha group of paopla disappaarad as quickly as thay cama.
Onca thay wara gona, Yarath flashad Jonathan a smila.
“Okay, Jonathan. It's gatting lata. You two should gat soma rast.” Faaling slightly worriad, Jonathan askad, “Will tha Langatons giva up so aasily?” “Just ignora tham. Thay aran't capabla of stirring up much troubla,” Yarath said in a light-haartad mannar.
Jonathan falt raliavad upon haaring his words. At tha sama tima, ha could not halp but ask, “Grandpa, | hava a quastion.” “What is it?"
“Tha Langatons saam to ba quita afraid of you. But than, thay don't look lika waaklings. So why do thay faar you so much?” Yarath laughad and said, “You rascal. You'll undarstand it ona day. Now, go and slaap.” Knowing that Yarath did not want to ravaal tha truth, Jonathan did not proba any furthar, and with Catharina, thay raturnad to thair raspactiva rooms.
Tha naxt morning, Jonathan and Catharina woka up at around tha sama tima.
Yarath, too, had wokan up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAll of tham gatharad in tha dining room to hava braakfast togathar.
As they were eating, Yareth asked, “Jonathan, do you have your ID card and household registry documents with you?” Jonathan was momentarily stunned. He then quickly answered, “I have my ID card, but | left my household registry documents at Mabel's house.”
“Go over there later and bring it here, then. I've made an appointment with an officer from the City Hall. We'll get both your marriage certificate done here in a while.” Jonathan was dumbfounded. What the heck? We're really getting married? Rich and powerful people are really insane. They don't even have to queue up. All they have to do is to get an officer to come over to do it. Amazing.
There was no need for Jonathan to be melodramatic about it. Thus, he agreed, “Okay!” Yareth then told Catherine, “Catherine, be a dear and go along with Jonathan later, okay?” Catherine, who was still eating her oatmeal porridge, replied, “Okay.” She did not care about anything anyway.
Yareth added, “Oh, by the way, don't you young people take wedding photos these days? Do you two want to do that?” “It's okay, Grandpa. Catherine and | are fighters. We don't
care about such things.” Jonathan was not in the mood for such things.
“What about you, Catherine?” Yareth asked again.
Catherine simply replied, “I'm too lazy for that.” “All right, then.” Yareth stopped forcing them.
After finishing their meal, Jonathan and Catherine went on their way.
Catherine sat in the driver's seat of the Ferrari, while Jonathan sat in the passenger seat.
“The address?” Catherine asked icily after starting the car.
Jonathan was not bothered by her behavior since he was already used to it. Hence, he told her the address right away.
As the car sped on the road, Jonathan gave Mabel a call.
Unfortunately, she was not at home. Nonetheless, he had the keys to her house so he could go in and take his things.
‘When Mabel heard that Jonathan was going to take his
household registry documents through the phone call, she quickly teased him by congratulating him, wishing that he and Catherine would have a lifetime of happiness and children soon.
Jonathan was so mad that he almost crushed his phone. A lifetime of happiness? Have children soon? My foot! Does Catherine look like a woman who would give birth to children? The weather that day was still gloomy as usual. By the time Jonathan came out of Mabel's house with his household registry documents, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
Catherine had been waiting in the car for Jonathan, who entered the vehicle as soon as he left the house. Shortly after, Catherine started the car engine and drove back to the Harrington mansion.
Jonathan had no plans to inform Amber and the other girls to attend the wedding. He believed it was not a matter worth celebrating.
Soon, the Ferrari arrived in the northern suburbs, and it
turned into a highway that specifically led to the Harrington residence.
At this moment, a black Land Rover suddenly charged toward them from the junction.
The Land Rover looked extremely domineering as it sped over.
Seeing that, Catherine did not step on the emergency brake. Instead, she pulled the handbrake and made a large turn, causing the car to drift across the road. Thankfully, it managed to avoid crashing into the Land Rover.
After that, the Ferrari came to an abrupt halt.
The Land Rover, too, did the same. The door suddenly opened and a young man wearing a black leather jacket alighted from the car.
Knowing that the man did not have good intentions, Jonathan and Catherine swiftly got down from the car.
Jonathan studied the young man who seemed to be around twenty-eight years old. The latter had a buzz cut, defined
features, and a gaze that gleamed. He had a breathtaking appearance.
On top of that, the young man had a strong aura, and his cultivation was in the final stage of Nascent Soul.
Every move he made was intimidating. He stood about two meters away from Jonathan and Catherine, his cold gaze landing on Jonathan. “You're Jonathan Lawson?” Jonathan was slightly offended by the young man's condescending tone and aura. “That's right. What's the matter?” A cold glint flashed across the young man's eyes. “That's great. Remember this. I'm Travis Chapman, the leader of The Quartet Dragons, and Frederick's cousin. I'm here to avenge my cousin.” Jonathan frowned slightly. He did not dare to be too careless. After all, the person before him, Travis, was on the same level as Logan. Jonathan knew that he was not his match.
However, the only thing that made him relieved was that he
had Catherine by his side.
She, too, was in the final stage of Nascent Soul. Thus, she would not be afraid to fight their opponent.
Suddenly, Travis shifted his gaze to Catherine. He was not a fool; he knew she was a tougher opponent. “Catherine, this grudge is between me and him. | hope you won't get involved.” Jonathan wanted to laugh. What? Are you joking? I'm getting married to Catherine soon. We're going to become a family. How dare you ask her not to get involved? Is this some kind of joke? To his dismay, Catherine responded, “Your issue with him is none of my business, so do as you please.” Her words left Jonathan stunned. What the hell? Catherine, are you even human? Unfortunately, he knew there was no point in begging her for help.
He knew well that Catherine was a weirdo who was capable of doing anything.
Travis, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her reaction.
At this moment, he began to brim with confidence. He stared at Jonathan with a cold glint in his eyes. “You little brat, are you going to break your own limbs or do you want me to do it for you?” Feeling helpless, Jonathan said, “Both Frederick and | had a fair match. Hence, there's no hatred among us. | don't think there's a need for us to fight. After all, it's better to make friends than enemies. Don't you think so?” Travis scoffed, “Are you scared? If so, get on your knees and beg me. Perhaps | will spare you if I'm in a good mood.” Jonathan sighed. “You don't deserve to live when you don't «even know how to be polite. Since you're sick of living, then I have no choice but to satisfy your wish.”
“How dare you?” Travis' blood boiled, and he began to attack.
He moved so quickly like a flash of lightning and appeared in front of Jonathan in the blink of an eye even though they were two meters apart.
Jonathan quickly moved backward.
Travis was too fast. His aura was so powerful that it made breathing an arduous task.
Jonathan did not dare to take him lightly.
The second he retreated, he found himself at a disadvantage.
Travis snorted in response, thinking Jonathan was a loser.
He then increased his speed, destroying everything that came in contact with his fist, and appeared right in front of Jonathan.
Jonathan had nowhere to escape.
“Get on your knees!” Travis bellowed.
Just then, a gunshot could be heard.
Arevolver suddenly slipped out of Jonathan's sleeves. And with a loud bang, the mercury bullets hit Travis’ fist.
Blood spattered, and half of Travis’ arm had been blasted.
Realizing what had happened, he screamed and wailed in pain. It was excruciating.
Jonathan fired another shot.