Chapter 37

Weston was rather perplexed. His plan was to first eat and drink before giving his signal. His swordsmen, who were lying in wait, were then meant to launch his attack. What was this insanity with Wyatt who flipped tables the moment he came in? Wyatt wasn't playing by the rules! "What are you talking about, Wyatt? I invited Ann over for a meal with good intentions. You…" Before Weston could finish his sentence, a white light flashed across the hall and through a curtain. Suddenly, a blood-curdling cry sounded. A man in black stumbled out from behind the curtain while having his hand on his neck. The flash of white light turned out to be a fragment of a plate. The fragment had struck the artery in the man's neck. Blood was gushing out from the wound. With a crisp and loud crash, the steel blade fell out of his hand. "Uncle Wes, you invited me over for dinner. I can't believe that you had swordsmen lying in wait…" Ann exclaimed while pointing at the steel knife on the groun