“I—I’m coming along?”
Panic throbbed inside Ken when Xena requested him to take some bodyguards and go with her to the hotel. His face sank in an instant.
He knew very well in his heart that no one in the Clark family possessed combative skills that were on par with Fane’s, not even the number one bodyguard of the Clark family—Dan Jameson. Even if he brought a bunch of bodyguards with him, they would not be able to touch Fane at all, not even the corner of his shirt.
Especially now, knowing that Fane was burning with anger. Plus, he was a simple-minded brat who had a close relationship with the Goddess of War. All in all, they did not dare to offend Fane at all. If Fane wanted to beat him, he could only swallow it and blame himself for having bad luck.
“What’s the matter? Young Master Clark, are you afraid of him?”
Xena was taken aback and felt something was off.
“Afraid of him? Humph! What a joke! He’s merely a good-for-nothing adopted son-in-law, why should I be afraid of him?” Ken sneered dryly, but he was obviously suppressing the fear in him.
After thinking for some time, he then added, “I’ll make a call to him first. If Fane left the scene, he’ll answer the phone, provided he’s not severely wounded.”
Xena nodded in agreement at Ken’s plan. It was a feasible plan.
Ken speedily moved his fingers on his phone, dialed Ivan’s numbers, and waited patiently.
“Hey, Young Master Clark! Goddammit! I was beaten by that motherf*cker Fane and I’ve called nine-one-one. I don’t know where the heck Xena went!”
Ivan’s voice came out from the phone’s speaker.
Upon hearing Ivan’s voice, Xena immediately snatched the phone from Ken, “Ivan, I’m here with Young Master Clark! I went to seek help from him to get you out of there! Are you okay?”
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