âUncle, why are you here?â As the middle aged man rushed to the front of Nathan to give him a
respectful bow in fear and trepidation, everyone else present was shocked. Frank wanted to leave a
line of bloody wounds across Lord Lexâs neck using the machete to intimidate Nathan, but he stopped
abruptly when he saw what happened. The senior executives of Valtameri may not know clearly the
origins of this middle aged man, but he knew
him well.
That man was an Intermediate-Mystic ranked expert fighter that he had invited over from Alaska
after spending a huge sum of money. He was the son of the Pattingson family in Alaska, Wilber
Pattingson. Now, he greeted this older man as his uncle. Could it be that this old man was also a
member of the Pattingson
family, and a senior of the Pattingsons?
Nathanâs eyes turned sharp. âI should be the one asking you this. Why are you here?â Wilber was not
an idiot. At the moment, it was obvious to him that his uncle sided with the enemy camp. He hurriedly
laughed and said, âI was invited here by Mr. Accardo to assist him in the tournament of the
Southern California Business Association.â Nathan angrily said, âYou call this a tournament? Get lost,
return to Alaska immediately. Without my
permission, youâre not allowed to set foot outside the house.â
âUncle, this⦠Yes!â Wilber gave a bitter smile, then turned to Frank and said, âMr. Accardo, Iâm sorry,
Iâm
unable to assist you in your affairs. I will refund the previous remuneration that youâve given me.â He
was blunt and straightforward, and left right after finished speaking. Or rather, he fled. Frank was in a
state of shock at this moment. Well, Wilber was the strongest among the expert fighters that he had
invited.
As for Mr. Ono from Japan, he
was much inferior than Wilber in terms of martial arts skills. However, he was superior in terms of
mental
powers. He could unknowingly injure his opponentâs mental state, causing them to lose their mobility
temporarily⦠Yet, speaking of it, this was his real trump card. Therefore, for the sake of Mr. Ono, Frank
insisted on Waltz coming to serve his beloved disciple.
However, nowâ¦
His hand that was holding the machete started trembling. With just one sentence from Nathan, Wilber
didnât even dare to let out a fart and fled immediately. How could
he be some weakling if he was able to do that?
âAre you still not going to put the machete down?â Nathan spoke. At this moment, the distance between
him
and Frank was just five meters. He had absolute confidence that even if Frank wanted to hack Lord Lex
to death right now, he couldnâ t even
harm half a hair on his head.
âExcuse me, Sir. May I ask what is your relationship with the Pattingson family?â Frank asked. Nathan
snorted coldly. âYouâre not qualified to know.â After taking half a step back, Frank took a glance at Alex,
who was dressed in a bodyguard suit. He heard it just now that Nathan listened to the orders of this
young man.
Recalling Lord Lexâs words before this, he thought, âCould it be that this is Waltzâs man?â Nathan was
getting impatient. Master Alex was waiting for him!
If he couldnât save Lord Lex after such a long time, didnât that mean that he was useless?
Whoosh!
Nathan stopped his idle chatter, and made his move instead. Frank grasped the knife in his hand
tightly. At the same time, he used his other hand to grab Lord Lex to use
him as a meat shield.
However, in the next second, he felt a chill down his spine. Nathan released a burst of aura, the force
was almost enough to flatten him on his back.
âThis⦠Could it be an Earth expert?!â Frank had never seen what an Earth expert was like, but he once
had the privilege of seeing a Mystic-Royal
ranked fighter before. The despair that he felt during the aura burst⦠However, the feeling exuded from
Nathanâs aura right now was even more terrifying. Before Frank could react, the machete in his hand
was snatched away by Nathan. Whoosh!
The machete backhandedly slashed towards Frank. âDonât kill him!â Alex hurriedly said. Frank still had
some uses to him. Slash!
As Nathan abruptly changed direction, the machete that was initially aimed at Frankâs head cut into his
shoulder instead. Fresh blood spurted out, spraying the area around it. Frank staggered backwards, his
face was pale as blood
drained from it.
Just for an instant, he felt as if he had a close brush with death. He smiled bitterly in his heart. He had
endured silently for so many years to hide his martial arts cultivation at
half step to Mystic rank, so that he could surprise his opponents with a fatal blow at a critical moment.
Never
did he expect to meet an Earth expert. Whether he hid his abilities or not, it didnât make any difference
at all.
âBaka!â