He said nothing, but he had a tender look in his eyes.

Shortly after, the couple arrived at the Wilson residence.

Anthony promptly assumed his crippled image and sat on his wheelchair, while Maria dutifully pushed him from behind.

Out in the courtyard was an oval-shaped building. At first glance, one would think that it was a small gym, but it was actually the training grounds.

As soon as Maria pushed Anthony through the entrance of the building, she spotted Jack in the distance. He was slumped on the ground, looking dejected.

His legs were crossed under him, and his hands were clasped in front of his chest. His mouth opened and closed as he struggled to adjust his breathing, just Like how it was described in martial arts movies.

The thing was, Jack was badly injured.

In fact, three of his ribs were broken, and most of his internal organs in the chest and abdomen were bruised.

His forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and his body trembled with every inhale, as if he could barely maintain his position.

"I'm so sorry, Jack. This is on me. because I just wasn't able to control my strength sometimes. I shouldn't have used so much strength when I fought against you."

A burly man sporting bright yellow hair and a camouflage ensemble approached Jack. His name was Colin Hughes, and although his words were apologetic, an evil smile was dancing on his lips.

Jack's eyes remained closed. He ignored Colin and concentrated on his breathing.

Another man, who was obviously a lackey, stood next to Colin. He also flashed a sly smile as he said, “It's not your fault at all. I always hear people say that Jack has extraordinary strength. They tout him as the best among us all. Who would have thought that he would get his ass handed to him by you?"

“Exactly!" a third guy chimed in.

"Some of us always thought that you two are more or less on the same level, but it's clear that you have real strength and he doesn't. The way I see it, Colin, you are not at fault here. Don't apologize to this weakling.”

A small crowd had gathered around Jack and Colin.

Most of them were gloating, while the others seemed furious.

Finally, a girl jumped into the fray and screamed at the men. "You are going too far! You know full well that Jack is already wounded and has yet to recover from the last time he risked his life to save Mr. Wilson, yet you forced his hand by challenging him. At this rate, even if Colin won the match today, he didn't truly win!"

As soon as the girl finished speaking, Colin shot her a stern Look.

She was painfully aware how powerful Colin was, and she knew the meaning of that look.

It was a threat, not only toward her, but her family as well. The color drained from her face, and she had no choice but to swallow her grievances. She cowered behind Jack and wept in silence.

“Ha ha! Don't you see, Betsey? Jack is nothing more than a loser now, without any favorable prospects. Why don’t you come to my side and be with me? Think about it. Mr. Raymond has been the one in charge of the Wilson family in the Last few months, and I am the man he trusts the most..."

Colin guffawed and taunted them relentlessly. He only stopped when he spotted Anthony in the distance.

And although he shut his mouth, Colin still regarded the man on the wheelchair with cold disdain.