Chapter 82 One-Handed Massacre

Hiss! Bruce almost instinctively shivered, his neck tightening. "Sir, please don't act recklessly. We can talk about it. I just invited Leila to be a guest, and there's no other meaning." Guest? Invitation? Walter sneered, "When did I need you to invite my woman?" As the words fell... Walter took a step out, steady and firm. The entire villa, at this moment, kept trembling as if it might collapse at any moment. Unconsciously, Bruce had beads of sweat on his forehead. "Sir, what I said is true, and Leila is inside, safe and sound. I'll go get her for you right away." "Pah!" Bruce realized he misspoke and quickly corrected himself, "Master, my fault. It's not 'get', I'll go invite her out right away." He was changing his address to Walter without realizing it. Obviously... He had already given up resistance. Now, all he hoped for was to buy some time. Walter felt a bit relieved. As long as Leila was okay, everything else would fall into place. But he wasn't about to let Bru