Chapter 102: Trump Card

"Arthur!" Leandro Miller lunged forward and hauled Duncan up from the ground where he had crashed hard. If anything happened to Arthur, they would all be finished here today. Arthur clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood. More kept seeping from the corner of his lips. Evan Gates's palm had looked casual, almost lazy, yet it carried a storm of force and inner strength. The man Leandro's son had provoked might be far, far beyond a Grandmaster. Arthur forced his inner strength into...