The Exalted Warrior novel Chapter 1162

“Autumn, right? Heh. I never thought that we would meet so soon. I didn’t even get to finish my food!”

Fane walked leisurely toward her. “Don’t tell me you’re here to thank me for sparing your life?” he said, grinning. “Hah. If that’s the case, there’s no need for your gratitude. You even brought so many people here to thank me. You’re embarrassing me!”

Plenty of people who were still worried about Fane could not help but chuckle at his words. He still had the spirit to keep joking, even at this moment.

“Heh. You chopped my daughter’s arm off, and you’re telling me I should thank you, punk? Do you think I’m stupid?”

Ace chuckled and shot a vicious glare at Fane. His eyes were turning bloodshot, and he looked fearsome. The aura of a true god status fighter enveloped him.

“Master, let me be the one to kill this punk. F*ck. He’s even eating barbecue here. He has no respect for the Maack family!”

An old man who was an eighth-grade grandmaster walked a few steps forward, speaking in a vicious tone.

Ace gave a mirthless smile. “Thank goodness he’s still eating barbecue here though. Where would we find him if he took off?”

“Second Elder, don’t kill this punk right off the bat,” Autumn reminded him. “I want to see him get tortured. Cut off bits and pieces of his flesh and feed them to the dogs. Otherwise, I won’t be satisfied!”

Here, Autumn looked at Selena. “Oh, right. And we can’t let his wife go so easily either,” she said. “I want to make this punk watch as his wife is manhandled. I’ll make him understand the price that he must pay for my arm!”

“Oh my. Usually, people would only forget the lessons they’ve learned once the pain subsides. Your pain hasn’t even subsided, yet you’ve forgotten your lesson. Weren’t you on your knees, begging for your life before this? Why are you so fierce now!”

Fane just smiled when he heard that.

“Die, you brat. How dare you bully the Maack family!”

The Second Elder saw that Fane still dared to act so flippantly, and so he took several steps and rushed toward Fane.

The old man’s steps were light yet steady, and his fist was as fast as the wind. As he threw the punch toward Fane, an aura of a tiger head appeared right before his fist, as though it were an open-jaw ready to swallow Fane whole.