Chapter 892

"This isn't right. Is Lionel Flint dead?" Suddenly, Perseus realized there was a problem. This was odd. As a doctor, Perseus knew how much to put into a fight. Lionel was a peak level grandmaster. Even if he wasn't Perseus' match, he would have a broken arm, at the most. "Do you think I'll lie to you? Ten minutes before I reached you, I received a call from Oliver to hand you over to them!" Hestia furrowed her brows, looking solemn. "You're in deep trouble this time!" "Hestia, if this isn't a blessing in disguise, then I can't dodge the calamity meant for me. The moment Oliver Flint humiliated you in public, it was destined that the Flints are going to be my sworn enemy." Perseus appeared nonchalant. "Now, the storm is merely a little stronger. It's not a big deal." After speaking, he took out a cigarette and lighted it. He planned to text Camilla so she wouldn't worry about him. "I was merely testing you. I didn't ask you to put your life on the line!" Hestia was so mad that