Chapter 788

After Hall Duke followed Paul Greiman indoors, he recognized the person before him at a glance.

Antigone Bradley, the duke who ruled the kingdom's northeastern territories!

Ever since the breakout from Watchman Fortress, every sleepless night Count Duke endured had been accompanied by a deep-seated hatred for Duke Bradley.

That hatred had twisted him and driven him mad. Countless times, he had sworn that he would personally send that old bastard's filthy soul to hell.

The moment he saw his enemy, Hall Duke lost control of himself.

He immediately strode forward and rushed to Duke Bradley in just a few steps. Reaching out with his rough, sword-callused hand, he viciously seized the man by the collar.

Like a starving brown bear catching a pitiful monkey, the short and skinny Duke Bradley was lifted into the air by Count Duke.

"Let me see who this is!" His bloodshot eyes, reddened by rage, fixed on the old man. "Ah-ha, so it's Antigone Bradley—the Antigone Bradley who could make even maggots in a toilet retch! The great Heavenly Father has finally answered my prayers. My enemy actually came right to me."

The tone of his voice sent chills through everyone who heard it. No one doubted that Count Duke would tear Bradley to pieces.

Bradley's cloudy eyes shifted, and he looked at the person gripping him without a trace of life in them.

"Hall Duke? Hahahaha, did you come to laugh at me? Hah-ah-ah-ah! I deserve this. I deserve this!"

His enemy's strange reaction restored some of Count Duke's reason. His hand loosened, and Bradley crashed to the floor with a thud.

The servant who had been too frightened to even breathe hurried over and helped his master up.

Only then did Duke carefully examine the enemy before him, astonishment filling the heart