Chapter 408


    Han stared at the dagger before him in silence.


    “Han, you wronged Horace and attacked him so badly that he was seriously injured. It’s your fault,


    and you must pay the same price for your mistake!” said Seward.


    Seward stared at Han with a sharp and cold gaze. He said, “If you don’t have the guts to do it, I can


    help you!”


    Although Seward knew Horace was definitely the mastermind behind the matter, how could he possibly


    embarrass the Zabel family?


    Therefore. Seward implied that the medical director and the barman would take the me for Horace.


    Horace would be able to stay out of it in this way. The Zabel family would have a chance to denounce


    Reign and Han. They might even be able to make Han pay the price.


    “Seward, you can’t possibly think you can subjugate me with such a little trick, can you?” Han asked.


    “It is not a subjugation. We, the Zabel family, want justice!” Seward said.


    “You distort the truth by calling white ck. You still want justice?” said Han, nearly bursting out


    laughing.


    Was everyone in the Zabel family out of their mind:


    It was clearly their nsmen who had made a mistake. If it weren’t for his keen nose and sense of


    smell, Reign would have been fooled long ago and been humiliated by Horace.


    As a result, the Zabel family turned on Han and said he was wrong. They demanded Han had to


    pay the price. How hrious it was!


    Swoosh!


    Han stretched out his hand and took the dagger from the ground into his hand with his Telekinesis.


    “What price do you want me to pay?” he said with a smile.


    Telekinesis?


    The seven-star general-ss?


    When Seward saw such a scene, his expression changed slightly, and his heart sank heavily.


    Seward could also do Telekinesis, but not as effortlessly as Han did. Obviously, Han’s strength


    was stronger than he had imagined, and he went further than that.


    Seward might not be Han’s match if they went into a light.


    Seward stared at Han with a sullen face.


    Han showed his skill, which was clearly trying to intimidate him.


    However, Seward was already in a difficult position at this point. How could the Zabel family live with


    themselves if he backed down?


    Seward gritted his teeth and braced himself. “You injured Mr. Horace of the Zabel family. You must pay


    the price, and one of your arms must be cut off said he.


    “Oh, I see,” said Han.


    Han looked calm. He threw the dagger before Seward and said, “I can’t do such a bloody thing.


    Come on, help me do it.” Upon hearing Han’s words, Seward’s expression changed again.


    What was Han trying to do by making him do it?


    “Woo-woo-WOD.”


    Horace quickly whimpered, hoping that Seward would take action and beat Han hard.


    Seward followed Han’s example and used Telekinesis to take the dagger from the ground into his


    hand. He kept his eyes fixed on Han and was uncertain what Han was up to.


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    Han rolled up his sleeve and extended one of his arms. “Come on. Do it,” said he.


    Seeing the scene, everyone present looked at each other in dismay.


    Han was the one who dared to beat up Horace. He was so arrogant, and how could he be willing to


    let someone cut off his


    arm?


    It was definitely a trap!


    “Okay, I’ll do it!” said Seward.


    Seward gritted his teeth. gripped the dagger, and abruptly shed at Han’s arm.


    The de beam shed horizontally and vertically, cracking the ground into a pit!


    It was terrifying beyondparel


    Before the dagger arrived, the wind caused by its movement was painful to the face.


    Everyone present even felt an iparably intimidating chill. All their skins felt a piercing pain, and


    their scalps went numb.


    “If Han doesn’t dodge, he will be dead meat!”


    The thought shed across almost everyone’s minds.


    In particr. Horace was grinning hideously. He stared ferociously at Han as if he could already see


    the tragic scene of Han’s arm being cut off.


    Facing such a ferocious sh, Han remained expressionless and did not dodge..


    “Stop it!”


    Just as the dagger was about to hit Han’s hand, Reign got up from the bed and shouted to stop it.


    “Stop it!”


    At the same time, a shout came from outside the door, too.


    The dagger stopped 0,4 inches above Han’s arm.


    The sharp de beam cut through the hairs on Han’s body.


    However, Han’s skin showed no signs of injury.


    Seward’s gaze was cold as he looked at the ship doctor’s room door.


    An aging man in a suit appeared at the door. He was about 70 years old but still in high spirits. He


    walked over.


    Three sharp, ruthless middle-aged men were following behind the aging man. They looked majestic.


    “Mr. Zabel,” said Seward.


    Seward immediately put away the dagger and bowed respectfully.


    Horace was also startled.


    What was Royston Zabel from the Zabel family doing here?


    Royston walked over. His face darkened when he nced at the scene and saw that Horace was


    covered in blood and his knees were bleeding.


    When the other three middle-aged men saw Horace like that, their eyes had unconceble disgust and


    gloating though their expressions were not good.


    Horace was indeed Mr. Horace of the Zabel family, but he was not the son of the three men.


    Moreover, Horace had beenmitting evil deeds in Flensburg City. He had done many terrible things


    that they hated and had ruined the Zabel family’s reputation.


    As a result, they not only had no sympathy but only disgust and gloat when they saw Horace in such


    misery.


    Reign was currently wearing a shirt to cover her body. She walked over and sized up Han. “Mr.


    Jaber, are you alright?” she said, with her eyes filling with worries,


    “I’m fine. He can’t hurt me yet, Han said calmly.


    Han was confident he would not get hurt if he dared to extend his arm for Seward to cut.


    Reign finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Han was safe and sound.


    “Mr. Zabel, why are you here?” asked Seward.


    Seward quickly put down his dagger and greeted Royston.


    “Whoo-hoo-hoo…”


    Horace also hurriedly opened his mouth and whimpered non-stop. He even kept gesturing in the air


    with his hands.


    That meant he wanted Royston to stand up and vent fierce anger for him.


    “Disgraceful thing! Take him away to another ship for treatment. He can’t appear on this ship without


    my permission.” Royston said coldly.


    “Yes, sir.”


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    A middle-aged man behind Royston nodded and walked toward Horace.


    “Whoo-hoo. Uncle, it was not my fault. Don’t take me away…” said Horace. His expression changed,


    and he quickly gestured with his hands. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.


    Bang!


    Before Horace could finish his sentences, his uncle had made a move and knocked him out with a


    punch. Then he dragged Horace out of the ship doctor’s treatment room like he was dragging a dead


    dog.


    “Mr. Zabel, you…” said Seward with a frown.


    Although Horace was profligate and an atrocious piece of trash, he was still a member of the Zabel


    family. Didn’t Royston punch himself in the face by doing that?


    Royston ignored Seward and walked toward Han.


    Reign’s face darkened. She quickly stood before Han and said in a deep voice, “Mr. Zabel, what are


    you trying to do?”


    At that moment, Royston suddenly knelt on one knee in front of Han and said respectfully, “Royston


    Zabel greets Lord Supremacy!”


    “Greeting Lord Supremacy!”


    The two middle-aged men who followed Royston also knelt down respectfully.


    Seeing the scene, everyone present was stunned.


    Seward was dumbfounded.


    What was going on?