The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 772 - 812: A Life-and-Death Spar

This news did not please Adrian; the anger on his face did not diminish, and Brett was unsure if he should continue speaking.

Brandon also dared not breathe too loudly. She hadn’t met Sienna before, but from what Brett said, Sienna seemed very... promiscuous.

If she really was cheating, with Sixth Master’s temperament, it would certainly cause an upheaval.

For a moment, the tent was silent, making the chirping of insects outside seem even louder.

After a while, Adrian glanced at Brett, as if he only just noticed that there were two people in the room.

"I got it; you can leave now."

Brett assured, "Sixth Master, I’ll risk my life to rescue Madam."

"Get out!"

"Yes!"

Staying with Adrian was extremely stressful for Brett. Sienna was lost when Adrian was unconscious, and he could only redeem himself by finding her; any other words were useless.

Brett turned and strode out of the tent. As Brandon hesitated about whether to leave, Adrian said, "You go out too!"

"Yes."

Brandon left with less composure than Brett, almost in a panic.

Just as Brandon exited, the tent flap fell, and the sound of objects being smashed was heard from inside, leaving the people outside staring at the tent in shock.

No wonder they were shocked.

Adrian’s prestige was immense. Like Barnes, when people didn’t know Adrian, they regarded him as an idol.

Now, seeing Adrian lose control of his emotions and vent like an ordinary person surprised many.

Barnes, being daring, said, "Is Sixth Master throwing a tantrum?"

Marion admonished, "Shut up!"

"I really want to see Sixth Master losing his temper."

Barnes appeared behind Brandon like a ghost, startling her. She slapped his shoulder and scolded, "You’ll die without making a sound like that."

"It’s not that I make no sound when walking; it’s that you were so scared by Sixth Master that you lost your wits."

Ignoring Barnes, Brandon listened to the crashing noises inside and felt that working beside Adrian was a job no one should endure.

The Sixth Master had a bad temper; no wonder Sienna kept running away.

No one with a sound mind would want to stay by the Sixth Master and endure his mood swings.

"Hey, what’s going on? Could Madam really have hooked up with Xavier Young, ditching the Sixth Master? Are we still going to rescue her?"

Brandon really wanted to crack open this guy’s head to see what was inside. How could a man in his late twenties be so unreliable?

By the time Sixth Master was in his twenties, he had already accomplished something.

"...Even if they did hook up, we’d still have to go busting in on them; we can’t just let them get away with it!"

"Shut up!" Brandon was afraid Adrian would overhear them from inside.

"We’re not allowed to even speak?"

Adrian suddenly emerged from the tent, startling everyone, even making Barnes’s expression shift.

"Didn’t you want to have a close quarter combat match with me? Coincidentally, I haven’t moved around in a while and want to practice. Let’s go."

Adrian’s expression clearly indicated he was looking for a punching bag. Although Barnes wanted to spar with Adrian, he considered himself a man of principle and he avoided taking advantage of the situation.

"Sixth Master, you’re injured now; I won’t fight you. Even if I win, others would say I took advantage."

Adrian sneered, "Where do you get your confidence?"

Sabrina said, "Sixth Master, Mila’s close quarter combat skills are unmatched at the base!" Sabrina’s tone was proud and confident in Barnes.

"Sabrina, shut up!" Brandon snapped in anger.

With Sixth Master in a rage, they were adding fuel to the fire. Brandon now regretted bringing these men along.

"Sixth Master, calm down; you’re still injured. Aren’t we going to rescue Madam? If you fall ill, who will lead us?" Brandon tried to dissuade.

But Adrian wasn’t listening!

"In that case, what’s there to fear? Come on, let’s have a match!"

Adrian removed his jacket, revealing a great physique. Underneath was a black T-shirt, formfitting against his prominent muscular shoulders and back, especially his pectoral and deltoid muscles, the shirt tightly wrapped around his muscles, filled with strength,