The Wolf’s Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Meanwhile at Artemis Clinic, Andrius was writing prescriptions. A few days ago, he thought of a brand new prescription that could relieve the veterans' pain more effectively, so he went over. Suddenly, he received a call from Fatty Frank. “Hello…” Andrius answered the call. “Boss! Something bad has happened!” Fatty Frank’s voice was trembling, and he spoke in a hurry. “There’s some guy who calls himself Young Master Crestfall from the capital here at the office just now, and he just took Luna away by force. “The security guards and we were not his bodyguards’ match. Even Athena was knocked out. Boss, help! What should we do?” Luna was taken? Andrius frowned. He thought it would be peaceful after taking care of the Hendersons and the Hanshus, yet before he could even relax, Luna was taken away by force. What in the… “Young man, what happened?” Dr. Artemis came over and spotted the look on Andrius’ face. “Just now, someone claiming to be the Young Master Crestfall of

Andrius did not waste time with Cain. While Cain was on the walkie-talkie, he strode over to Luna. The bodyguards tried to stop him by throwing punches at him, but it did not deter Andrius at all. He remained calm as he continued forward. When the first bodyguard’s punch almost hit his face, he attacked. He grabbed the incoming fist, twisted it, and distorted the bodyguard’s arm into a freaky angle as if he was twisting a towel dry. Then, Andrius kicked him away. The other bodyguards threw themselves at him one by one; Andrius knocked them out one by one. “Punk, you…” The moment Cain got off the walkie-talkie, he saw his men defeated by Andrius, which fueled his anger and shock. If he had simply stayed quiet, Andrius would not have gone after him. Now that he had spoken, it would be his end. Andrius walked over to him and threw a punch in his face, sending him flying into the wall before he slid to the floor. Solomon almost peed himself when that happened. He quic

The old man was scrawny and short. He had deep wrinkles on his face and caved-in eyebags that somehow flashed wickedly from time to time. His stare was similar to that of a viper. More importantly, his fingernails were maroon in color, extending long and sharp. It resembled the claws of a hawk who had just crushed its prey. It was frightening to look at. “Elder Nevermore, you’re here just in time! Kill this man for me!” Cain was delighted by the old man’s arrival. He pointed at Andrius and commanded the old man to kill him. “Young Master Crestfall, a piece of cake.” The old man cupped his fists at Cain before he headed to Andrius. He said as he walked closer, “Kid, I am Ulysse Nevermore, a pseudo-martial artist.” He sounded proud and his gaze at Andrius was full of disdain. “I cultivated the Nine Yin Skeleton Claws, and I have mastered it to perfection.” Then, he swung his hands in the air. Swoosh! Clank! Powerful qi energy blasted forward. The tea table beside hi

“Mm-hmm. I’ll bear it in mind.” When the words escaped Luna’s mouth, her face blushed. “I got it,” Andrius simply answered and went into his room. Luna stared at his back, speechless. ‘Geez…’ Andrius had no idea what was going through Luna’s mind. He went on his phone to check some military news. Suddenly, he got a call from Bruce, the master of the Timberlands. “Mr. Moonshade, the young master of the Crestfalls from the capital, Cain, came to Sumeria and took Ms. Crestfall away. I wonder if it has been dealt with.” Bruce knew a thing or two about the Crestfalls but not everything. Cain had caused a commotion with his arrival, so it was natural that Bruce wanted to know more. Cain might just be a reckless young man, but the Crestfalls from the capital were so powerful that even Bruce dared not mess with them. Not even the Hendersons had the nerves to challenge the Crestfalls from the capital, let alone the Timberlands. “It has been dealt with,” Andrius simply answer

Back in Sumeria, everyone was in shock when they heard the news of the Crestfalls of the East River State coming. The Crestfalls of the East River State were more powerful than the Hendersons. They were like the main pillar of support of the East River State, and they were on their way to Sumeria. It was not an exaggeration to say they would stir up a storm locally. The old master of the Crestfalls, Idris, was one of the most influential figures throughout South County. One sneeze from the man, and a typhoon would land on Sumeria. Therefore, many nobles and dignitaries were sleepless on this particular night as they planned how to be prepared. They were thinking about ways to hitchhike on this massive ship that was the Crestfalls from the East River State. On the next day at Centro Hospital, inside the most luxurious ward, Idris saw Cain lying on the bed. Cain looked pale and dead. Other than his weak breathing, there were no signs of life in him. Idris was fuming. Karen