The Wolf’s Bride by Coffee’s Tea novel Chapter 1210

Chapter 1210 

The two nodded to indicate they understood. 

“Mr. Fierde…” Noir stepped forward and explained the situation. “This fat man used vulgar language toward my companion and even tried to harass her. I just taught 

him a small lesson.” 

Fierde glanced at the fat man. 

His pants were still bloody and soaked, and the ground was still wet. It seemed that not only were his jewels shattered, but the tool for the job was also broken. It would be impossible for him to get it up ever again. He would have to walk with his legs 

closed for the rest of his life. 

“Hmph…” The fat man regained some strength and glared at Noir resentfully, 

wheezing from the pain. “Mr. Fierde, I’m a Flandonian, but they’re just Florencians…” 

His name was Hevel, a famous local tycoon in the capital of Flandom. Thus, he was used to getting whatever he wanted. In ordinary times, he did not respect 

Florencians, so he acted unscrupulously. 

However… 

“I don’t care about that!” Before Hevel could finish, Fierde interrupted him 

indifferently, “Regardless of the reason, violence is prohibited on my turf. If you 

insist on settling scores, I can only ask you to leave!” 

At those words, Andrius‘ group naturally fell silent. 

After all, their most important goal was the medicinal herbs. 

The three went back to their respective seats. 

Hevel still looked displeased. He glared at Andrius and the others and limped away to his seat, planning to wait until the auction was over to settle their scores. 

However… 

“Wait. I didn’t say you could leave.” Fierde stepped forward to stop Hevel and said 

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coldly, “You harassed a lady in my auction house and stirred up trouble. We no longer welcome you here. Please leave.” 

Hevel’s expression instantly changed. 

However, he did not dare to fight Fierde. As the owner of Flandom’s biggest and 

world–famous auction house, Fierde had a terrifying background that Hevel could 

not afford to offend. 

If he was pulled onto the blacklist… 

That would be truly unfortunate. 

Thus, Hevel once again shot a venomous glare at Andrius and the others and finally left reluctantly, preparing to go to the hospital to see if his family jewels could be 

saved. 

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. 

When he reached the entrance of the auction house, he could not stand it anymore 

and took out a tube–shaped hidden weapon, blowing it toward Andrius. 

Fwoosh- 

A silver light flickered, and the hidden weapon glinted as it shot toward Andrius‘ 

head. 

“Damned Florencian. Die!” 

A sinister look flashed in Hevel’s eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his 

mouth. 

However, the next moment, he was dumbfounded. 

Andrius seemed to have eyes on his back and suddenly reached out his right hand, 

pinching the silver needle between his index and middle fingers.