After venting, Blake casually poured himself a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.
Then, he rubbed his forehead. By some unknown means, he actually managed to rub out an extremely fine golden thread.
A ruthless look flashed in his eyes as he gripped the golden thread and yanked it out!
With an agonized grunt, Blake stared grimly at the golden seed in his hand.
"Damn it! If you want to make me a Puppet, you'd better see if you're even worthy!"
He panted heavily, his trembling hand pouring another glass of wine. He slammed it back, then hurled the glass violently to the floor!
"If it weren't for the secrets of Raloa Island... Once I deal with that moronic Miss, get to Raloa Island, then I'll settle the score with all of you, one by one..."
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Meanwhile, Renee Kane, having just scheduled a fight with Blake, was leisurely starting her dinner.
