The son of the Duke of Fort Swallow was carried out of 111 Duron Street.
He hadn't sustained any particularly severe injuries.
It was just some minor bruising on his muscles all over his body; he couldn't get out of bed for a short while and needed someone to feed him when eating, that's all.
Jason said it wasn't intentional.
Who knew swinging the Wolf Fang Club would feel so exhilarating.
It was as invigorating as wielding a knife.
Equally satisfying and uplifting to one's mood.
"How about it?"
"Want to learn a bit more about the combat techniques of the Wolf Fang Club?"
The plump auntie came out with a smile beaming from her face.
There were techniques for the Wolf Fang Club?
Wasn't it just lifted overhead and then smashed down fiercely?
That's what Jason subconsciously thought.
Then his gaze was attracted to the food that plump auntie was holding.
A faint fragrance wafted from under the cover.
Seeing Jason's expression, the plump auntie laughed.
"Come on, eat."
