Chapter 71- The Plan

Jack was dumbfounded, his eyes narrowed at August. August sighed tiredly; he was good at hiding his fatigue but Jack had grown so strong. His body had barely withstood the weight of his punches. His growth was indeed astronomical. "What do you mean you don't have silver weapons?" Jack asked, his mouth wide open. "Dude, you saw my house," August pressed his lips. "Did it look like I came from wealth or I'm Elon Musk's secret son?" "Not like that," Jack bit his lower lip and turned away from him. "I just thought that since you were awfully good at hunting wolves, you'd have stocked a lot of silver weapons." August shook his head, his face darkened. "Cause everything is a movie and every needed battle gear is always available no matter one's financial state." "Fine, man. I get it," Jack was getting agitated, his eyes widened in anger. "Stop dissing me, man. You can't exactly blame me for thinking what I thought. You have a silver scimitar, you know." "You mean this," August raised