With such a big movement, the housekeeper Zoverl also came out of the room.
More than a dozen people surrounded Abel, and everyone was a Votu, with a tyrannical aura.
Uncle Zoverl glanced at Abel, frowned slightly and said, "Who are you? Why did you break into my manor in the middle of the night?"
"Damn, why are they all the same?" Abel scolded angrily: "Let Joe Jethro get out and say that I, Abel, came to him to settle accounts."
As soon as he heard the words of Abel, Uncle Zoverl's expression suddenly changed.
He didn't expect that Abel, who Joe Jethro had been terrified of, had already arrived.
"Our master is not in the manor, you are not here at the right time…"
Uncle Zoverl said to Abel.
"It's not up to you to decide whether you are there or not. I have to look for it myself…"
After Abel finished speaking, he was about to enter the villa to find it.
"Stop him…" Uncle Zoverl frowned.
A dozen bodyguards surrounded Abel, and they shot out in an instant.
These are all a Votu invited at a high price, a dozen people, even if Abel is powerful, a dozen people can always deal with him, right?
But soon, Uncle Zoverl was dumbfounded.
Because he saw that more than a dozen a Votu masters who he paid a high price to invite, in front of Abel, are not even as good as ants.
As soon as Abel waved his hands, several people fell to the ground instantly.
More than a dozen martial arts masters failed to make 3 moves in Abel's hands, and they all fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
Uncle Zoverl turned around and wanted to run, but was picked up by Abel.
"Where's Joe Jethro?"
Abel asked the housekeeper Zoverl.
"Patriarch…Patriarch…He's in there…"
The housekeeper Zoverl pointed to the villa in front of him and said.
Abel glanced at the villa, and threw the housekeeper Zoverl aside, and then a divine Beast power surrounded the palm of his right hand, and Abel's palm began to flash with golden light.
"Get out…"
Taking a deep breath, Abel roared angrily, and then waved his palm towards the villa.
rumbling…
This palm instantly erupted with a tornado-like force, knocking down half of the villa in front of him.
Joe Jethro, who was sleeping in the room originally, woke up with the rumbling sound of collapse.
As the strength of the 8th-rank Martial Sect, Joe Jethro certainly couldn't be easily smashed to death, but when he came out of the room, he was also very embarrassed.
"Are you finally willing to come out?"
Abel looked at Joe Jethro, who was full of embarrassment, and said coldly.
Joe Jethro glanced at the bodyguards lying on the ground, and couldn't help swallowing: "It turned out to be Mr. Chitel, why didn't you tell me when you came to Satronta, I can help Mr. Chitel…"
"Joe Jethro, you don't need to give me a close-up, you know what I'm here for."
Abel didn't expect Joe Jethro to be so thick-skinned that he even followed himself.
"Mr. Chitel, I really don't know. You hurt my people and demolished my house, so I don't understand now!"
Joe Jethro pretended to be aggrieved and said.
"What the fcuk are you pretending to be with me?"
Abel was furious, and he stepped forward and punched Joe Jethro.
This punch hit Joe Jethro directly, and Joe Jethro stepped back several steps.
If it wasn't for Joe Jethro to detoxify Gremer, Abel would have killed Joe Jethro long ago.
"Mr. Chitel, I really didn't pretend. I know that when I was in Gastal Island, it was a misunderstanding, and Gramina asked me to do it. I have no grievances with Mr. Chitel, right?"
Although Joe Jethro was punched, he still held back laughter.
Abel looked at Joe Jethro like this, but he admired this guy a little. As the king of the Northwest, he could swallow his anger.
"No injustice and no enmity? My girlfriend is still in a coma. When you poisoned us, why didn't you say there was no injustice and no enmity?"
Abel looked at Joe Jethro coldly and asked.
To be continued....
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