Chapter 934: Bloodline Fourth Rank!
Barro Hamlet knew the man before him all too well.
Although a cloak still concealed the man's face, Barro would never forget that cloak or the way he walked-it was this very man who had suddenly appeared and punched him three times when those two men withdrew earlier.
Those three punches had hurt.
The pain had come from deep within.
It was a profound sense of humiliation.
That was why the man before him remained so vividly etched in Barro's memory.
And now?
Excellent!
Absolutely excellent!
He could finally wipe away that humiliation!
Having taken three punches, Barro did not believe he was inferior to his opponent. He had simply been in the wrong state at the time-not only had anger clouded his mind, but those two bastards had also obscured his vision.
Otherwise, how could this man have succeeded?
With that thought, Barro prepared to strike.
But just as Barro was about to act, Pistrie Hamlet walked out of St. Joan's Girls' Academy.
The young man was still wearing yesterday's clothes.
They were stained with both blood and grime.
Yet his expression had grown even more resolute.
He looked at Barro, his eyes full of pleading.
"Uncle Barro, please don't keep making one mistake after another.
If you're willing, I'll plead with Father on your behalf.
You can live."
A faint tremor ran through Pistrie's voice.
Anyone could hear the pleading emotion in it.
This was a young man who treasured his family.
Quite a few people instinctively thought so.
But quite a few others noticed something amiss. Before they could figure it out, however, Barro's laughter drew their attention.
"You bastard!
You're going to pardon me?
What gives you the right?
Who do you think you are?"
Barro's face darkened, his voice like