NovelApp"It's alright," Jade reasoned. "Luna has cause to say it—Jaden is the second best martial artist across the east coast. Frank might
not stand a chance no matter how good he is."
"We'll never know," Gavin countered, rearing his chin proudly. "Helen's husband has always performed miracles, and we should
back him up as family. Even if he loses, we should do our best to protect him too."
"Indeed..."
Mark nodded and smiled, stroking his beard. "He already honors our family by stepping into that ring.
Aside from the Southstream Lanes, Walter Turnbull and his wife had arrived too.
Susan Redford looked around for her daughter but could not see any sign of her. "Walter, why isn't Vicky here yet?"
"What are you getting excited about? Even Frank isn't here."
Walter was calm, but there was a flicker of anxiety in his eyes.
Despite his unease, he assured his wife nonetheless, "Don't worry—I have orders from Glen. We don't have to do a thing if the duel
goes fairly, but we will step up if Jaden Fairfax insists on killing Frank. He'd never dare challenge us Turnbulls."
Susan snorted. "l just don't want my daughter's fiance to die before she gets married."
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to make bets.
"It's the fight of the century!" a bookie was shouting. "Taking odds right now, for Jaden Favoni to slay the mysterious martial elite
who took down thirty Favoni martial artists in an instant!"
"What the hell?" Susan grumbled. "Forget selling tickets for seats in a public space—they're now taking bets?"
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"Why, sir! You certainly have great insight!"
One of the bookies just happened to overhear Walter and could tell right away from his and Susan's tailored clothes that they
would not miss the money.
Getting an idea right then, he asked charmingly, "Well, why don't you make a bet too? You'd make a fortune betting on the
mysterious martial elite!"
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"Pfft."
After a rather long period of stunned silence, someone snickered before bursting into laughter, with others quickly doing the same.
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Walter was left stumped—so not only was no one betting on Frank at all, they were betting on how quick he would go down?!
Even the bets were such a clear attempt at bullying!
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