Afterwards, the old bastard and I found the steward of the prince's mansion, wanting to borrow two horses to go back home. However, the steward with silver hair shook his head and said, "I'm very sorry, Lord Graham, young master. There is not a single usable horse in the estate." It turned out that Uncle Hammer lived on my family's estate and was semi-retired. Besides two draughHe crossed his legs and lay down on the haystack, grabbing the reins in his hand, saying, "Alright, punk. Put away your fancy footwork. If I really wanted to deal with you, it would only take a split second."

"Oh? Is that so? Let's practice then."

I nodded, rubbing my fingers back and forth, making a crackling sound, and said to the old bastard with ill intention, "NO means NO DIE, as you said!"

With that, I raised my fist menacingly.

But this time, the old bastard wasn't intimidated by me, instead shaking his head contemptuously.

"Come on then, if you manage to land a hit, I'll consider it my loss."

Humph, this old dog. Still defiant even when his goose is cooked, truly forgetful!

Thinking this, I quickly threw a punch, aiming for the old bastard's face.

Just as my fist was about to make intimate contact with the old bastard's nose...

"Squat—"

Only to hear the old bastard shout loudly, in a flash, he swiftly pulled up his waistband, bringing it up to chest level.

Instantly, he disappeared from my sight. And my fist, completely missed, landed on the fluffy haystack.

Where did that old bastard... run off to?

I anxiously looked around.

At this moment, the old bastard's hand appeared behind me without warning.

He first grabbed my right arm, then used his other arm to tightly twist my neck from behind.

"Punk... this is the true magic!"

The old bastard tightened his grip on my neck, then suddenly loosened it, releasing his hold on me.