Chapter 112 Just Needs a Beating_1

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"Crack!"

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Malcolm Gross's left arm snapped cleanly, emitting a crisp sound.

Malcolm Gross clenched his teeth tightly, his face as red as blood, his forehead covered in cold sweat, but he did not even hum a sound.

Thinking back to that stormy night when Andrew came alone to the Rainfield Sect and nearly wiped it out, Aziel Gross's entire heart trembled in fear.

What in the world had he done to offend Andrew's disciple?

An arm broken can be reattached, but a lost life is truly the end of everything.

Just losing one arm and saving one's own life, it's worth it!

"Mr. Flores, are you satisfied now?"

Carson Flores nodded indifferently, "Okay… go ahead."

Malcolm Gross heaved a huge sigh of relief, turned around, and dragging his broken arm, he walked towards the James family father and son.