Crack! Nevan broke the assistant’s ankle with the stomp. “Aaaargh!” The assistant dropped to the floor, twisting and twirling as he held on to his swollen ankle in pain. Gareth scoffed, “Whiteman, your assistant suffers the same injury as my disciples. Don’t you want to save him?” “Professor, don’t do it!” The assistant was in pain but he clenched his teeth and said, “Even if you help them, this man will never let you go. You must think of a way to contact Mr. Lee…” Bang! Before he could finish, Nevan kicked him in the chin, causing him to bleed even more. Professor Whiteman was furious. He shouted, “Gareth Hornberg, you bastard! You can’t do that!” “Hahaha!” Gareth cackled and said loudly, “I can do whatever I want. I am the law, I am the rule! Whiteman, you better treat my disciples and I assure you, you can walk away scot-free. “If you continue to oppose me, then I will break your assistant’s arms and legs. In short, you have three more chances to reject me b
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