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Chapter 1029: Chapter 1029: Capturing Someone
North of the city.
Lawrence Koller Villa.
This is a rich district.
Many prominent individuals from Gonzalez City purchased new houses here.
However, the houses hadn’t been delivered yet.
They were merely built up to the outline without any fine decoration.
On ordinary days, aside from some workers, few people came here.
Since it was still the first lunar month, although the climate was warm in Gonzalez City, the season for resuming work had not yet arrived.
At this moment.
Inside one villa.
Six people were packing up, preparing to leave.
Although the villa only had bare cement walls, in disrepair,
it was fully equipped with living necessities.
"We were running a supermarket just fine, but now we can only huddle up here," said a middle-aged man dressed in white sportswear, sounding somewhat disheartened.
"Young master, we’ve finished packing, we can set out," said a man in black sportswear, arranging the items and speaking up.
"Get ready, Julius Reed just showed up at the Radcliffe villa, a great distance from us. Let’s take a detour to Five-river Province and meet up with Elder Victor while there’s still a gap," sighed the young master, looking at the dark villa with some reluctance, "We had been planning for a year here, about to reap the rewards! But now..."
He squatted on the ground, very dejected.
"Never mind, we survived the battle at The North Sea back in the day, it’s just a setback in small Gonzalez City. It’s nothing!" Windy Johnson said as he slowly emerged, his chest wrapped in bandages.
He squatted down, comforting the young master, "We can review it, see where we were lacking, where we could have done better. But at the very least, we successfully kept Thunderpeak Hall in the dark."
At the mention of Thunderpeak Hall, the young master lifted his head and frowned, "Although Zade Radcliffe relies on us, his abilities are indeed insufficient. Even less than Otis Radcliffe’s."
The death of Otis Radcliffe was a blow to The North Sea beyond imagination.
This meant that Elder Victor’s plan to control the economy of Gonzalez City and then use a large manpower to search for the target had failed.
Once Plan B started, it was the last thing they wanted to see!
That would mean that the wars in The North Sea would rise again!
"The biggest advantage of Zade Radcliffe is that he won’t draw any attention, especially not from Thunderpeak Hall," Windy Johnson said indifferently, with his back to the others, "His brother, Yaron Radcliffe, holds an important position in Thunderpeak Hall, and, according to him, Yaron Radcliffe even has an unknown past with Granny Xihua."
"I think I can narrow down a few suspects."
The young master stood up, instructing the workers to carry the items and head towards the door.
"According to Zade Radcliffe, there are only a few people in Thunderpeak Hall who fit the description. But none of them are named Yaron Radcliffe."
In The North Sea, his position was high and powerful.
He couldn’t compare to Elder Victor, but he was certainly part of the real leadership.
Beneath the princess, the most powerful were Elder Victor and the Town North King.
One wielded control over The North Sea, responsible for managing and coordinating all internal affairs.
The other held heavy troops, the strongest force for The North Sea’s revival!
Next in line to Elder Victor were three young masters, assisting Elder Victor in the management of The North Sea’s affairs.
"It’s common to change one’s name when acting outside," said Windy Johnson, following behind the others, also leaving the villa.
According to the young master’s plan, they would first drive to the dock, circle around on the sea, then pass through Harbor City to reach Five-river Province.
This was the safest route,
albeit a bit remote. 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"Thinking of leaving?"
But as soon as they stepped out of the villa, they saw a scholar standing in front of them.
The scholar was holding a scroll of books and seemed to be dressed like a Rosy Dynasty top scholar.
"Who are you?" the young master asked cautiously, watching the scholar in front of him.
Behind him, several attendants also took out their hidden weapon boxes.
Even Windy Johnson readied his hand on the soft sword inside his sleeve.
"Interesting," Templeton Lena said as he closed his book and put it inside his sleeve, "My family head requests the pleasure of your company for tea. Please do him the honor."
He spoke with a cheerful smile, not seeming like someone looking for a fight,
displaying an unruffled demeanor even as he was pointed at with hidden weapon boxes.
"Sorry, we’re short on time!" the young master scrutinized him, confirming he saw no one else, and covertly gestured behind his back to his men.
Bringing a single hidden weapon box in an attempt to overpower them? Was this not courting death?
He didn’t mind accommodating.
Whoosh!
The hidden weapon box sprung into action.
But the ones who fell were those four guards.
"Sorry, I don’t like being pointed at with hidden weapon boxes," Templeton Lena finished speaking, a black, lacquered hidden weapon box appearing in his hand.
"But I do like pointing hidden weapon boxes at others."
He smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth.
The air returned to silence.
A hidden weapon trap!
Whoosh!
Windy Johnson suddenly drew his sword!
Swish!
The sound of the hidden weapon box rang out again.
Clang!
Sparks flew in several directions.
Windy Johnson’s soft sword trembled slightly in his hand.
At his feet.
There were several already shattered darts.
"Retreat!"
He roared lowly.
The newcomers bore ill intentions!
Although injured, Windy Johnson was still a Grandmaster!
He held no fear facing Templeton Lena.
But now he had Young Master with him, a cumbersome burden.
Even though the Young Master was not weak, in front of a Grandmaster, he would only be a drag.
"Alright!"
The Young Master steeled his heart, picked up two hidden weapon boxes from the ground, and ran straight back.
He disregarded everything else on the ground.
The important documents were already saved on a USB drive and had been sent to Elders Victor.
The rest were not of critical importance.
But he hadn’t gone fifty meters when he was pointed at by a group of people ahead, with their hidden weapon boxes.
"Drop your weapons, or we’ll turn you into a wasp’s nest!"
The people from Seven Clouds Academy roared.
Rattle!
The darts were loaded.
The Young Master wanted to turn around but it was too late.
Yet he wasn’t willing to die.
He had no choice but to place the hidden weapon boxes on the ground.
In an instant, several people from Seven Clouds Academy rushed forward and captured him!
Meanwhile, Windy Johnson and Templeton Lena and others were locked in fierce battle!
Although a Grandmaster could kill in a second, Rogan Harsh’s sword strike had been too fierce.
Windy Johnson was lucky to be alive, but he was also greatly weakened.
Evading the darts just then had also aggravated his wound.
Surrounded and attacked by Templeton Lena and the others, he was having some difficulty!
"Drop your weapon, and we can offer you a way out."
Templeton Lena, holding a long knife, spoke coldly.
He was somewhat excited!
This was a Grandmaster, after all!
Even facing an injured Grandmaster, the prospect of defeating him was an exceedingly honorable affair.
"Impossible!"
Windy Johnson swung his longsword, directly forcing back the people in front of him: "If it weren’t for my injuries, each and every one of you petty miscreants could be slain with a single strike!"
"Then don’t blame me for ruthlessly summoning the Shadow Warrior!"
Templeton Lena took several steps back and fiercely pressed down on his arm!
At the villa entrance, someone was shouldering a rocket launcher.
"Surrender, or die!"
He issued his final ultimatum.
He wouldn’t dare to speak like this to Windy Johnson at his peak.
But now, gravely injured, Windy Johnson couldn’t even muster twenty percent of his strength.
"Sorry!"
Windy Johnson steeled himself and suddenly retreated explosively!
In an instant, the essence of a Grandmaster was displayed to its fullest extent!
Swish!
A sword thrust out!
A streak of blood appeared on the Young Master’s neck.
Then, with eyes wide open, he fell to the ground.
A figure flew past.
Windy Johnson disappeared from sight.
"Damn it!"
Templeton Lena, looking at the body on the ground, cursed furiously: "He even kills his own people just to leave no survivors!"
He fired the hidden weapon box into the sky in a rage, but the person was already out of sight.
