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So he subconsciously wanted to reach out and shake hands with the man, but his hand stretched out, and one hand came from the side, holding the man's hand tightly.

This scene shocked everyone, especially Jefferson. He froze because it was me shaking hands with this man, not him. He didn't understand what I was going to do, but through yesterday's contact, he knew that it was not like ordinary people. Young man, I'm cool and won't do anything flashy, so he didn't say anything to stop me and just looked at me.

I'm just watching, the principality family will handle it themselves. I didn't want to get involved, but when the tough-looking man reached out to Jefferson, I couldn't stop shouting in my head.

This man seems to be just shaking hands with a very ordinary person, but the fighting spirit has been condensed under his palm. If Jefferson and his hand break out, Jefferson will definitely be hurt.

Of course, this is the Dukedom of Norton, and no one dares to do anything to the son of Archduke Ferdinand, but as long as Jefferson shouts out his pain in public, his face will disappear, which is a blow to Jefferson's reputation in the Dukedom of Norton.

As soon as we met yesterday, I knew that Jefferson was a magician with a low military rank. Even if wizards of the same level shook hands at such a close distance, they would not be a boxer's opponent. A boxer of equal skill could easily crush Magic's bones.

As soon as I met yesterday, I had a good impression of Jefferson, not to mention that he was Quinn's friend. How could I let my friend suffer, so he shook hands with the person opposite first.

"You're rampant and we know each other."

What I said didn't save the other person's face, but the other person obviously wanted to hurt Jefferson, so I didn't have to be so polite.

Orillo was disappointed. Just now his friend wanted to shake Jefferson's hand, and he knew he was teaching Jefferson a lesson. He didn't mean to stop it. Instead, he wanted to see Jefferson on his knees begging for mercy.

He was older than Jefferson for many years, but his anger at Jefferson was omnipresent. No matter what he did, his father always praised Jefferson, and he received little scolding and little praise. He was unhappy with Jefferson.

But who would have thought that an unweaned boy suddenly appeared next to him, wanting to see who he was when he was young and who should be with Jefferson, but he had never seen that person before, and he didn't know which country it was.

If he were just a civilian, he wouldn't look down on Jefferson. As a grand duke, how could his son make friends with common people? This was an embarrassment to his father.

But the boy was so annoying, he blocked Jefferson's way, but after a while, he felt fine. His friend Ollie was no ordinary person. He didn't know what he could do for Jefferson, and when he cried, he didn't know what he would do for Jefferson.

The guy I was shaking hands with was also taken aback, very few of them would dare to stand up for others in front of him. Even if they don't know his identity, they dare to go up when they see his strong momentum. This kind of person is either really capable or dumbfounded.

The boy in front of him was too young, whether he was old or not was debatable. Most of them were stupid friends who didn't know where to socialize and who stupidly stood up for Jefferson.

His fighting spirit was so ferocious that anyone could withstand it, and at that moment he should have been careful not to kill the boy across from him. If he kills people for no reason in the Principality of Norton, it will be difficult for him to end up with something big. But the kid's arm didn't want to be saved.

"Oh, good, really good, son, stand up before me and represent the people. You are not the only one, but the brave one. So let's get to know each other."

"touch"

The man pushed hard with one hand, and the air in his hand was squeezed out all of a sudden. An extremely ferocious fighting spirit burst out from the small space between his palm and fingers, creating an extremely terrifying grip.

This kind of grip cannot be said to be manual. At this time, even a thin piece of iron will be crushed into mud in an instant. Even some forged fine weapons or armor will become scrap iron under this kind of grip.

This man did not use his greatest strength, but just the burst of these powers was enough to wipe out a fighting clan below the first level.