Chapitre 90: Loot

"Yes".

Endrick felt his heart skip a beat on hearing that word.

'Holy sh*t, I'm gonna die!'

'These guys seriously want to fight? They seriously want to fight!'

'Damn, this pressure, it's suffocating me!'

'Why do I feel like a battle between these 2 guys will be like a battle between 2 cultivators in an eastern fantasy story?'

'If it's so then I'll be the random extra who dies from the shockwaves, f*ck!'

'Damn, stop it already!' Endrick was having a mental breakdown.

The atmosphere at this moment didn't affect only him, it truly felt like a war was about to erupt as Kazuhiro and Pearce became guarded.

Throughout all these, the same creepy smile remained on Wesley's face.

Both their eyes remained locked for more than a minute.

Branco finally spoke again. "Yes". He repeated it. "I still want to take the Freestyle ball for myself, but in exchange I am willing to pay you guys for it".