Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 1563

Chapter 1563 The Unexpected Challenger

Chapter 1563

“In that case, why refuse the Onza Tanners’ participant? He didn’t violate any

qualifications for the Grand Martial Showdown, did he?” Levi smiled, his attitude already

evident.

“You have a point, Mr. Lestrange,” Horace responded respectfully to Levi’s words. Still,

he said to Joe, “Take me to see that participant!”

“Yes, Mr. Adkins!”

Respecting Levi was one thing, but the Martial Arts Association was definitely not

subordinate to the Chanaea Chamber of Commerce. Horace, as the head of the

association, absolutely couldn’t blindly follow Levi’s advice and cause a big mess.

Regardless of Yosef’s identity, even if he was a fugitive, Horace didn’t care. But he had

to make sure that Yosef was mentally stable. Otherwise, if he lost control after going on

stage and started killing people, they, as the organizers, would find it difficult to bear

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such responsibility, as such incidents had happened before. After all, martial artists.

falling into madness was a common occurrence.

Levi also followed the two to a backstage room and met Yosef.

To be honest, after seeing him in person, Horace found it hard to connect Yosef with a

fugitive. He looked so clean and refined, with a somewhat literati demeanor.

“Are you Yosef?” President Horace asked, staring at Yosef, who nodded silently.

“The Tanner family of Onza has fallen. Why do you insist on competing?” Horace

continued to question. He needed to confirm whether the man in front of him was

mentally stable and what his motives were.

Yosef’s gaze grew increasingly icier. In the past, he wouldn’t have bothered to lie. He

had come here openly and specifically to kill Emmanuel. But before he could speak,

Levi gave him a profound look as if silently hinting something to him.

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Yosef didn’t know Levi, but he was smart enough to understand the meaning behind

that look. Eventually, his haughty expression softened, and he spoke, “I want fame and

fortune. I want to earn the title of Grandmaster!”

A very mundane reason. But Horace nodded in satisfaction. “Alright, you can go on

stage.”

Yosef didn’t respond further, not even a thank you.