The Pinnacle Of Life Chapter 660


    Alex said softly, “I’m offering one dor for your head.”


    Just then, everyone fell silent, they could feel their heart dropping to their stomach. ‘This man is way


    too reckless, he’s ying with fire here! He’s really digging his own grave, he must be


    tired of living.’


    Queenie’s mouth was agape, she couldn’t believe what she heard. Lucas couldn’t hold in his anger any


    longer and yelled, “You b*stard! You are really naive and have a death


    wish. Let me teach you some manners then!” Not even deigning to look at him, Alex, who was still


    eating the crab, flicked his finger gently.


    An unnoticeable ray of white light shot right into Lucas’s forehead. At this moment, everyone was still


    waiting for Lucas to teach Alex a lesson, to clearly show him who he was


    up against. However, they waited and waited. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Twenty seconds.


    He didn’t do anything at all.


    Lucas just stood there, unmoved like a stiff log. “Olsen, Olsen…”


    “What are you doing? Weren’t you going to beat him up?”


    The martial artist next to him gave him a slight nudge. Suddenly, Lucas fell face front with a bam,


    mming


    half of his body into the dishes on the round table.


    Even a few tes of dishes were ruined. “Ah!”


    “Olsen! Olsen, what happened to you?!”


    That man was shocked, he hurriedly picked Lucas’ body up. After cing the finger to check his


    breath, color drained from the man’s face.


    He stuttered as he turned to


    Lord Bale, “L-Lord Bale, he… He’s dead!”


    Everyone at the table were appalled, then they turned to look at Alex. “What happened?”


    “Why did he even die all of a sudden?”


    Everyone present was astonished, because none of them saw Alex make any move.


    Moreover, the two were five or six meters apart from each other!


    Finally, someone realized something was odd about Lucas’ corpse. There was blood slowly seeping


    out of his


    forehead. Upon closer inspection, the crowd realized that a crab leg had stuck deep into his forehead.


    “You, it’s you! Were you the one who killed Uncle Olsen?!”


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    Queenie pointed at Alex as she screamed in


    horror. Ding!


    A dor coin was suddenly shot out of Alex’s hand. It made countless spins in mid air before finally


    landed


    in front of Philip.


    “One dor should be enough to buy your head, right?” Alex smiled slyly. With that, he stood up,


    approaching Philip. “Motherf*cker! How dare you y tricks in front of us?! I’ll break your arm first!” A


    martial artist in his thirties lunged towards Alex.


    He leaped up into the air as he made a w stance with his


    hands, wing fiercely onto Alex’s shoulder. His fingers were filled with inner force. If a normal person


    were to be caught by the ws, his shoulder


    would end up with several bloody puncture wounds.


    As a result, backhanded, Alex made a strike by patting the man’s chest gently. In that instant, loud


    explosion sounds echoed through the hall. The man was sent flying backward while all his cores and


    meridians were all ruptured. Vomiting blood, his


    face went pale. “You… You ruined my martial arts?!”