Chapter 447

With those parting words, the clown turned and walked away without a backward glance.

But on his way back, a sudden wave of discomfort hit him. He coughed violently, and in an instant, the sharp taste of blood rose in his throat.

His expression shifted—he hadn’t expected Kevin’s attack to leave him with internal injuries. He and the young master had trained together for years, and among their ranks, few could challenge him.

If Baimo and Norah had been even a minute or two late, he would’ve already fallen under Kevin’s command.

Kevin was powerful.

If he hadn’t been born in Craggaville, with his skillset and ambition, he would have easily risen to dominance. But fortunately, Kevin’s focus was on Norah.