Alex said softly, âIâm offering one dollar for your head.â
Just then, everyone fell silent, they could feel their heart dropping to their stomach. âThis man is way
too reckless, heâs playing with fire here! Heâs really digging his own grave, he must be
tired of living.â
Queenieâs mouth was agape, she couldnât believe what she heard. Lucas couldnât hold in his anger any
longer and yelled, âYou b*stard! You are really naive and have a death
wish. Let me teach you some manners then!â Not even deigning to look at him, Alex, who was still
eating the crab, flicked his finger gently.
An unnoticeable ray of white light shot right into Lucasâs forehead. At this moment, everyone was still
waiting for Lucas to teach Alex a lesson, to clearly show him who he was
up against. However, they waited and waited. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds.
He didnât do anything at all.
Lucas just stood there, unmoved like a stiff log. âOlsen, Olsenâ¦â
âWhat are you doing? Werenât you going to beat him up?â
The martial artist next to him gave him a slight nudge. Suddenly, Lucas fell face front with a bam,
slamming
half of his body into the dishes on the round table.
Even a few plates of dishes were ruined. âAh!â
âOlsen! Olsen, what happened to you?!â
That man was shocked, he hurriedly picked Lucasâ body up. After placing the finger to check his
breath, color drained from the manâs face.
He stuttered as he turned to
Lord Bale, âL-Lord Bale, he⦠Heâs dead!â
Everyone at the table were appalled, then they turned to look at Alex. âWhat happened?â
âWhy did he even die all of a sudden?â
Everyone present was astonished, because none of them saw Alex make any move.
Moreover, the two were five or six meters apart from each other!
Finally, someone realized something was odd about Lucasâ corpse. There was blood slowly seeping
out of his
forehead. Upon closer inspection, the crowd realized that a crab leg had stuck deep into his forehead.
âYou, itâs you! Were you the one who killed Uncle Olsen?!â
Queenie pointed at Alex as she screamed in
horror. Ding!
A dollar coin was suddenly shot out of Alexâs hand. It made countless spins in mid air before finally
landed
in front of Philip.
âOne dollar should be enough to buy your head, right?â Alex smiled slyly. With that, he stood up,
approaching Philip. âMotherf*cker! How dare you play tricks in front of us?! Iâll break your arm first!â A
martial artist in his thirties lunged towards Alex.
He leaped up into the air as he made a claw stance with his
hands, clawing fiercely onto Alexâs shoulder. His fingers were filled with inner force. If a normal person
were to be caught by the claws, his shoulder
would end up with several bloody puncture wounds.
As a result, backhanded, Alex made a strike by patting the manâs chest gently. In that instant, loud
explosion sounds echoed through the hall. The man was sent flying backward while all his cores and
meridians were all ruptured. Vomiting blood, his
face went pale. âYou⦠You ruined my martial arts?!â