Yed never expected Ned to fight back, and a death aura spilled out of him right there.


    Pa joined in right then. "Watch your tongue, Ned! That''s your brother you''re talking to!"


    "Eunuch!" Hal snapped too. "How dare you snap at my daddy! Die!"


    The boy leapt forward, ready to hit Ned, when he suddenly bellowed, "Enough!"


    Then, seizing Hal by the cor, Ned pped Hal so heavily the boy was bleeding from the mouth, and


    immediately bawling in terror. "Daddy! Help me^"


    Yed''s eyes went red as he bellowed, "Let him go! That''s an order, or I''m killing you right now!"


    "Are you showing your true colors now?!" Pa shrieked as well.


    "Fuck off! I''ve had enough of either of you!" Ned bellowed and turned toward Lothar. "You saw what


    happened, Uncle Lothar! You can see who''s not so keen to save, don''t you?!"


    Lothar''s eyes shed darkly in turn.


    In a split second, he snatched Hal out of Ned''s grasp, and...


    Smack!


    Smack!


    With two resounding ps, the spoiled brat was knocked out.


    "Uncle Lothar?!" Yed''s heart could break at the sight of Lothar''s violent punishment. "He''s just a child.


    He doesn''t know anything! How could you do this?!"


    "It''s all your fault!" Ned bellowed in rage. "You spoiled him to no end, and now he ended up killing


    Father! If the worst happens, I swear you''ll be buried too!"


    "Insolence! It seems I''ve been ying nice for too long!" Yed bellowed, his pure vigor bursting as he


    leapt up, ready to kill Ned.


    However, Ned had been seething too—not longer holding back, he charged his vigor and met Yed''s


    oing blow!


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    Pow!


    Knuckles collided, and Ned was sent stumbling backward and hitting a wall.


    However, Yed was stunned too. "What."


    "Surprised, brother?!" Ned coolly spat out a mouthful of bloody spit as he straightened himself. "I''m


    Birthright rank too!"


    "Enough!" Lothar strode up just then, standing between the brothers and snapping coolly, "How


    unseemly—your father is dying, and you boys are still bickering?!"


    Once he ensured that both men were keeping a distance, Lothar turned to Ned. "Where did your friend


    get that pill? Maybe you can contact him—ask if he has more. You can have a nk check as long as it


    saves your father."


    That was when Pa chimed in, "Did you forget, Lothar? The boy is still being suspected of poisoning


    Ciril. We should think about this."


    "Shut up!" Lothar wheeled on Pa right then, bellowing icily, "Do you have any ideas other than this?


    Or maybe you''re just not keen to save Ciril?!"


    "I."


    Pa kept quiet right then, knowing that she should not press her luck.


    Ned whipped out his phone in turn. "I''ll call Mr. Lawrence now, Uncle Lothar, but I''m unsure if he has


    more Yellow Shrives with him."