Chapter 95: Marco's Slick Gambit

Uriah Looske had left. Everyone believed Salvatore Cosum was doomed. They hadn't expected he still had a trump card that could hold Bruce Yale in check. Under countless curious gazes, two figures appeared atop the Cosum family's high courtyard wall. One was Marco, a First-Rank Grandmaster. The other was a middle-aged man with a weathered face. His features were plain, his eyes dull, his whole bearing sunk in defeat. Salvatore Cosum, fending off Skyrend's ferocious barrage, shouted, "Mateo Yale,...