Chapter 1111: The Wanderer

Upon hearing Old Bray's provocation, Hassan cruelly curled his lips. "Why are you in such a hurry? We've only just begun, this is just the appetizer." The results of a year of careful preparation had finally come to the time of inspection. Hassan had somehow found a tambourine from somewhere, and as he shook the tambourine, the sound waves controlled the centipede inside Bray's stomach. Old Bray's face, already wrinkled, crumpled into what looked like a piece of paper as he clenched his teeth in pain. Sweat dripped from him like a stream, and soon he began to foam at the mouth. "Old Bray, hang in there!" Cheyenne was extremely worried, but as she took a step forward, Kelvin stopped her. "Cheyenne, you can't intervene. If you do, it means Old Bray has lost the match." In that case, only Hayden would be pleased. "But..." How could she bear to watch the white-haired Old Bray suffer like this? He used to live a carefree retirement life. Old Bray, on the brink of consciousness,