Chapter 46

The 12 of them together weren't Perseus' match. Such a boast! The audacity left Wyatt and Kent speechless. Even the battle-hardened Wyatt, a man who'd spent half his life on the battlefield, was stunned. "How did he even know about the 12 guards skilled in ancient martial arts in the courtyard?" Wyatt pondered, feeling perplexed. "Perseus, that's quite a claim," Kent managed, a forced smile betraying his simmering anger. Disrespecting the guards was akin to disrespecting the Jagger family patriarch. "Suit yourself if you don't believe me," Perseus replied calmly, placing his coffee cup down. "Shall I take my leave?" "Don't," Wyatt intervened, shooting Kent a stern glance as he grasped Perseus' wrist firmly. "Every generation has its own prodigies. Perseus, I trust in your abilities. If you can't help Fred, then I doubt anyone else can." "A bold statement," Perseus remarked, taking his seat once more. "So, who beat him up?" "Fred was indeed attacked by someone highly skilled in a