Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Still Useless

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Fury burned in Hugo’s eyes. He foared, “I will not allow scum to tarnish my dignity! The Monk Duo serves as a message! The Overlord isn’t the only one who deserves respect in Silverton! I do as well!”

Evan wasn’t expecting Hugo’s revenge to come so soon.

Hugo showed up just when Evan was agonizing over cultivation resources. He arrived with a pair of steel cages covered with blood-soaked cloth, and Evan couldn’t tell what was inside.

A cruel smile curled Hugo’s lips. “You had to do it the hard way, punk. I’ll make sure this city has no place for you after what you did to me!”

Evan smiled. “I spared you once, Wells, and yet you came back brazenly. If you have that much tirne, go to the Goldens and let Graham slap you.”

“How dare you say my name in that tone!” Something cold glinted in Hugo’s eyes. “You want me to beg Graham to slap me? Then, you’ll have to prove yourself! Men, release the Monk Duo!”

Hugo’s men yanked the blood-soaked cloth off the cages, revealing what was inside.

They were humanoid silhouettes-one black, one white-their bodies tense, their faces twisted with ferocity.

Evan’s face fell. “What is this?” They looked like humans, but they gave off a feral, beastly air.

Hugo sneered. “They’re my pride and joy. You thought you could humiliate me just because you could fight? Ever seen Master- stage fighters? Let me introduce you to the Monk Duo, my Master-stage fighters. They weren’t always like this. They went into deviation during training one day, and this happened. And because of it, they’re even stronger than ordinary Masters.”

The Monk Duo roared, as if they could smell fresh meat standing right in front of them. Their blood-smeared hands slammed against the bars.

They shuddered with impatience, desperate to tear something apart.

Hugo sneered again. “One last chance, punk. Come with me, or you’re not leaving here in one piece.”

Evan answered, “Same for you, Wells. Go to the Goldens and say you’re sorry. Do that, and you’ll still be the ruler of Silverton underground.”

Technically, he had no grudge against Hugo, and Hugo had vented all his rage on Graham. All Hugo had to do was apologize and let Graham slap him, and their feud would be over.

However, Evan’s offer only detonated Hugo’s pride. “Kill him!”

Bloodlust surged. Metal clinked. The cage doors swung open.

Two shadows stepped out of their prison, and a dangerous pressure flooded the space, like predators entering a pen, already tasting blood.

Even the air seemed to lock up. Hugo’s henchmen swallowed hard, their skin crawling. The Monk Duo’s bloodlust alone did all

this.

They were already Masters before their deviation. Now that their hearts were filled with nothing but a desire for murder, they were more dangerous than before.

The duo lunged at Evan like he was prey.

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