Chapter 942 Falling Down, Even If Not Dead, the Spine Will Surely Be Dislocated
"No problem." Miles raised his hand and signaled to his subordinate nearby.
In no time, Arthur and the other two male servants were brought in.
Brady turned to look, making sure Arthur and the other servants were unharmed, before he felt relieved.
Arthur frowned as he took in the eerie sacrificial site, the two men standing on the large stone nearby, and the two women in iron cages on the other side. He spoke to Brady in a low, steady voice, "Brady, what's going on?"
"It's nothing. You stay over there, I'll handle this," Brady replied, not wanting Arthur to get involved.
Arthur had already helped him a lot.
If anything happened, he wouldn't be able to face the Stanley family.
"What exactly is going on?" Arthur's voice was heavy as he looked at Brady, unwilling to stand by.
"It's nothing," Brady repeated, then turned to Miles. "Shall we begin?"
He wanted to get this over with quickly.
Miles's eyes darkened, his voice cold. "Fine, it's been years since I last fought Mr. Hall."
Arthur understood then—they were going to duel.
Brady had no interest in dealing with someone like Miles if it weren't for this situation.
Last time in Radiantia, Miles had tangled with another organization and nearly gotten Violet killed.
And it seemed like this time was no different.
"I have no other demands, just that you keep your promise," Brady said, cracking his knuckles. He took off his T-shirt, tossing it to the ground, revealing his muscular upper body, just like Miles.
Miles glanced at him and, without waiting for Brady to say 'start,' made the first move.
He took two steps forward and aimed a heavy kick at Brady.
Fortunately, Brady had been training at a fight club for the past few years. He bent down, dodging Miles's kick.
If he hadn't, he would have been kicked off the stone platform. The platform was large, but it was ten feet above the ground.
Falling from that height wouldn't kill him, but it would definitely dislocate his spine.
So he had to make sure he won without falling.
Miles's first kick missed, but he immediately followed up with another. Brady wasn't easy to deal with either. After years as a mercenary in Radiantia, he had the skills to control the Hall Group.
As Miles kicked again, Brady blocked it with his elbow.
He pushed hard, forcing Miles back two steps.
Then Brady clenched his fist and punched at Miles.
He aimed for Miles's face, but Miles dodged nimbly.
Brady's punch missed.
His clenched fist brushed past Miles's face like a gust of wind.
Miles then grabbed Brady's shoulder and, with a swift move, threw him over his shoulder.
Brady, unprepared, was slammed onto the stone platform.
His bare back hit the ground with a low thud.
The organization members cheered excitedly, as if Miles had already won.
Miles, thinking he had Brady under control, prepared to punch him. But before he could, Brady kicked him hard in the stomach.
The force was intense.
Pain shot through Miles, making him step back and instinctively touch his abs where he was kicked.
Brady quickly got up and kicked again.
This time, the kick was so strong that Miles was sent flying, crashing into a wall connected to the stone platform.
The dull pain in his back felt like it was tearing. Anger flared in Miles's eyes.
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