Chapter 1158

"Do you really want to be treated like a doormat?" Perseus asked with a heavy heart, his words laced with disappointment at Fred, who couldn't stand up for himself. "You've been bedridden for ten years, Fred. And I don't think Mr. Jagger Senior brought you back to suffer this kind of treatment! You have to stand up for yourself! Did you wait all this time just to let some bastard walk all over you and throw his weight around?" Perseus despised cowards. If he couldn't beat him, he would rather go down fighting than submit to someone. "You motherfucker! Who did you just call a bastard?" Conan exploded, his anger boiling over. Having already been upset by Perseus knocking over his basin, this insult was the final straw. Although he was a Neophyte-ranked warrior, Conan's abilities were barely above Fred's, and he was nowhere close to Perseus in terms of strength. He only dared to act so cocky because he had an elder brother, Harlan Knapp—an Earthen-ranked warrior—looking out for him.