Christina rushed over.
She grabbed Keith's raised hand and pleaded in a shaky voice, Keith, don't be so
impulsive, please. Keith looked at her and suddenly came back to himself. If he hurt
Blake any further, he could be convicted of deliberately harming him.
And even if that didn't happen, he could still incur the wrath of the Carrington group. And
that was a sure way to put a target on his own back. After all, he had no power or
influence.
He hardly even had any money. There was no way he could win against someone like
Blake, who had such a strong background. He looked at Christina and his expression
softened.
He said indifferently, you're right. Oh, thank God. But before Christina could actually
breathe a sigh of relief, she heard the second half of Keith's sentence, and it shook her
to her core.
But I'm Keith Sanderberg, and I'm utterly ruthless. With that, he punched Blake
mercilessly in the face. Crack!
The crowd heard the sound of Blake's nose breaking, followed by his ear splitting
scream. The garden felt silent. Some of the spectators had wanted to intervene and
break up the fight.
But now they cowered back instead. They didn't want their bones broken too. This young
man really was as ruthless as he'd said.
You crushed Blake's desire to mock you. Attribute point, plus one. You crushed the
bodyguard's desire to teach you a lesson.
Attribute point, plus one. You crushed Blake's desire to not have his nose broken.
Attribute point, plus one.
You've satisfied the interest of the people around you watching the show. Wish value,
plus one. You've neutralized the desire of the people around you to persuade you to stop
fighting.
Attribute point, plus one. Total free attribute points, four. Total wish value, three of ten.
The system notifications continued ringing in Keith's mind as Blake wailed helplessly on
the ground. Keith looked down at him with disdain and sneered. Who's finished now,
huh?
But Blake didn't answer. Other than the sound of him groaning in pain, the scene was
deathly silent. Keith turned to look at Christina, whose face had drained of all color.