Almost instantly after, the sounds of wine glasses and plates clattering against each other could be heard.

When everyone turned to look at who was causing the racket, they saw that Berk, Noah, and Yael were all holding on to the table as they shivered tremendously in horror!

They had reason to be this terrified. After all, all three of them were aware of how mighty the Moldells were. Yet Gerald had just taken four of them out, right before their very eyes!

As Gerald took a step forward, Berk immediately fell to the ground, shouting, “P-please don’t kill me, Gerald! Spare me, please!”

The over two hundred pound, brawny man was currently so terrified that mucous was dripping all the way down to his chin.

“Spare you? It was six months ago when I fled to the Salford Province you know? I had over thirty brothers and now none of them are alive because of your men. They were all my friends from Mayberry! Why didn’t you spare them then?” said Gerald terrifyingly calmly as he patted