Awakening the War God novel Chapter 72

Maria slowly focused her gaze on Gabriel and gradually became startled.

She had a feeling that she'd seen this person somewhere before.

"Maria, welcome back! What would you like for lunch? How about Grandpa make you your favorite spaghetti."

Upon hearing his granddaughter's return, Santos transformed completely.

He excitedly rushed out from inside, wearing a warm and gentle smile, radiating an air of benevolence.

He was utterly different from the stern demeanor he had displayed earlier.

"Who are you? Have we met before?"

Maria paid no attention to her enthusiastic grandfather, her gaze locked onto Gabriel.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head, and she pointed at Gabriel, saying, "You're one of Thomas' guys, right? That weirdo from earlier? What are you doing in my house?"

She was sure she was right; this was definitely the same weirdo she met before.

However, she found this guy, putting aside his flashy red hairpiece, actually looked quite handsome.

"I'm here with Mr. Leon to discuss some matters with Mr. Adams," Gabriel replied with a smile, delighted at the sight of Maria.

It seemed that Mr. Adams held his granddaughter in high regard.

Perhaps, by gaining Maria's favor, Gabriel could get Mr. Adams to reconsider cooperation.

"You, a hoodlum, think you can talk to my grandpa? Look at you..." Maria began but was cut off by Santos. She wondered why he was there, and wanted to ask him when suddenly her grandfather spoke.

Santos' expression soured slightly, and he said, "Maria, that's enough. Mr. Leon brought him here. Consider him our guest. Come inside, and Grandpa will make you spaghetti!"

He took Maria's hand and started walking back into the house.

After a few steps, Santos suddenly turned around and darted a stern gaze at Gabriel. It was a gaze that exuded intimidation.

Truly a man of the assembly, he emitted an imposing vibe with a single glare.

Ordinary folks couldn't possibly have such a gaze.

Gabriel immediately understood Santos' message from that intense gaze.

Santos was warning him not to have any designs on Maria. Given Maria's ability to recognize him, there was something fishy, and Santos must be on high alert.

But the more Santos emphasized this, the more it hinted at his greatest vulnerability-Maria.

"Leon, let's go."

Having grasped this, Gabriel left Adams' residence with Leon.

As they reached the doorstep, they distinctly heard Maria pleading with Santos, "Grandpa, seal off the roads around 8 PM tonight. I want to race someone!"

Gabriel's lips curled up.

It seemed that tonight, he would once again showcase his skills as a racing prodigy...

Back at the club, Ava was not around, making it significantly quieter.

After resting for a while in his office, Gabriel headed down to the eighth floor.

Thomas and the Twelve Birds were working tirelessly.

Ignoring their injuries, they continued training in the combat room without pause.

Gabriel squatted on the side, smoking a cigarette.

He noticed a new addition to the combat room-a punching machine.

It seemed that the incident where he had punched the machine into pieces had had quite an impact on these guys.

Every now and then during their training sessions, someone would step up to the machine and test their strength with a few punches.

However, they were still a long way from punching it into pieces.

Gabriel watched in silence, knowing that improving punching power was not something that could be achieved overnight.

Everyone has their limits.

And when one reaches the limits, further improvement becomes challenging.

However, with the dedication of Thomas and the Twelve Birds, their combat capabilities were bound to rise to new heights in the coming days, even though the difference was too subtle to perceive in a short time.

This was certain.

Apart from physical conditioning, combat skills were essential to enhancing their combat prowess.

Yet, in fact, when it came to this aspect, even Gabriel was at a loss. Three years ago, when he was saved by Christopher, he found himself unable to recall anything in his past.

Gradually, he discovered that his physical abilities far exceeded those of an ordinary person. His speed, strength, explosiveness, endurance, etc., were all extraordinary.

Over time, his formidable physical attributes, combined with some muscle memory instinct, allowed him to achieve a commendable level of combat proficiency.

It was safe to say that he had the capital to challenge the whole world.