Chapter 790: Bitch!
The air in the shattered restaurant seemed to quiver as Max, scales still glinting gold and black over his skin, strode out of the debris and stared straight at June, whose elegant green robes and delicate face belied the sharp frost glinting in her eyes as she flicked a dismissive glance at him and tilted her chin ever so slightly, voice dripping with cold disdain.
"You’re still alive?" she said, as though his survival were some vile inconvenience rather than a miracle, and Max’s own face twisted with suppressed fury, his jaw clenched tight as he shot back, voice low and trembling with rage, "I want to ask why Miss June attacked me."
He could still feel the searing pain of her blow, and it burned hotter than any wound that this woman, beautiful as a star yet cruel as an executioner, had tried to end him without a shred of hesitation, her fist strike carrying lethal force that would have pulverized his insides if not for the protection of his draconic scales.
From the side, Frank stepped forward, eyes bulging with offended pride as he snapped, "How dare you, a nobody, question her?" but Max didn’t even glance at him, his eyes locked on June like blades honed for slaughter, making Frank’s face darken with a mix of fury and humiliation, his fists shaking as he hissed.
"Since you’re still alive after being hit by Miss June’s attack, I’ll kill you myself!" Yet before Frank could step closer, June lazily waved her slender hand, stopping him, her gaze never leaving Max as she spoke in that soft, musical voice that somehow managed to scrape against one’s bones like ice, "This meeting was arranged by me, so I had to ensure nobody died here."
Max let out a harsh laugh, rage and anger swirling in his eyes as he sneered, "Nobody dies here? Then why didn’t you make a move when Julio tried to kill me? Why were you just sitting there like some high-and-mighty goddess watching me fight for my life? Where did your so-called sense of responsibility go when he wanted to kill me?"
His words were sharp, each one a dagger flung into June’s perfect composure, her lovely face darkening as his voice grew louder, slicing through the tense silence of the hall.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" Max mocked, glaring at her as if trying to see through to the rotten core beneath her pretty facade. "Since you claim you arranged this meeting, why didn’t you lift a finger to stop Julio from trying to kill me? Or is it because you only value the lives of the Seven Overlord Forces and think the rest of us are worthless insects? Is that it?"
He leaned closer, voice dropping into a deadly growl. "And on top of that, you delivered a killing blow on me. You could’ve just tried to subdue me so I’d release Julio. But no, you went straight for my life. That wasn’t protection, that was assassination."
As Max’s accusations hung heavy in the air, June’s eyes glittered like shards of frozen emeralds, her voice frosty as a winter wind as she spat back, "How could your life possibly compare to Julio’s? He’s useful for the secret cave expedition, and he’s from the Thunder Monarch Hall—one of the forces I personally invited. As someone I invited, I must take responsibility for him."
Max snorted, contempt pouring off him in waves as he demanded coldly, "I see. So why the need for the killing blow? You could have ordered me to let him go. I might have listened, knowing I’d have to face a 5th level Legend Rank genius. But no—you tried to kill me outright. What a cold-hearted woman you are under that pretty face."