Aurora Sinclair nodded, picked up the cake from the table again, and slowly began to eat.
"Aurora, be honest with me, how strong are you really?"
Arthur Lockwood was simply too curious.
The news that Aurora Sinclair had crippled a Basic Supervisor had somehow been leaked from The Martial Affairs Bureau, leaving him stunned for days.
He had specifically gone to ask his grandfather about it, but to his surprise, the old man had kept it a secret even from him.
Alvin Morgan suddenly said, "How about a match? If you win, I'll tell you."
"PFFT..." Arthur Lockwood nearly did a spit-take. He looked Alvin Morgan up and down a few times, then stood up with a grin. "Morgan, you said it yourself. No take-backs!"
Alvin Morgan put down his coffee cup, stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and followed Arthur Lockwood toward the Lockwood family's training room.
