Chapter 395 – How Can This Garbage-Like Sword Be Called a Treasure by You?
Seeing this, Hardy grinned.
It wasn't just a smile—it was a sneer laced with self-satisfaction.
Everything had unfolded exactly as he planned.
And disturbingly, everything had gone too smoothly.
John, the brainless fool, had played his part perfectly. Hardy had orchestrated every step—asking Brooke to suggest the Zephyr Wolf-hunting Ground to John, baiting him into a light-hearted competition, and finally luring him into a trap where he'd be accused of murder and theft.
John had walked right into it—almost eagerly.
It was so flawless, even Hardy had to suppress his disbelief.
Wasn't this brat always posturing, acting high and mighty?
Turned out he was just a puffed-up idiot. Reckless. Arrogant. Predictable.
All Hardy had to do now was wait.
Once Ryan tortured John half to death, Sophia would inevitably beg for mercy on his behalf. That moment—when she pleaded—was when Hardy would seize the initiative. She'd owe him. She'd be in his hands.