The coffin was the exact model that was sent to Alex’s villa.

The Yowells were fuming, yet they knew that there was nothing they could do—they were immobile.

“Hey, do you guys think that punk would come?”

“He won’t chicken out, right?”

“I heard that the bastard is around twenty. He’s just a loser, having to rely on women to survive. How could such a wimp defeat an Intermediate-Mystic-ranked fighter like Scott? Can you guys believe that? Well I don’t!”

A bunch of young adults were gossiping with each other.

One of them was a woman in her twenties, just as beautiful as Michelle. Her expression was as cold as ice. “I don’t care what tricks he pulled during their fight. But I’ll make sure he pays for what he did to my brother! We Pattingsons will not go back to North Tokyo as long as he’s alive.”

This woman was Scott’s cousin sister, Winnie Pattingson.

She was the one who carved the word ‘Sl*t’ on Michelle’s face.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Pattingson. As long as he comes, I’ll save you th