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Chapter 856: 856 Chapter Dislike Being Pointed At
In the spacious private room.
Howls of wolves and wails of ghosts, heart-wrenching and agonizing.
Zahir Huntington was under the watchful gaze of his own father.
In the panicked eyes of a dozen companions.
Under the eyelids of dozens of powerful figures from the capital!
He had his palm pierced by a steel fork.
Blood gushed profusely.
"Move, and you will surely die."
Julius Reed raised his head and looked at Vance Huntington, who wanted to rush forward.
"Alive, you can still avenge him. Otherwise, Fernando Lee will be your cautionary tale," he said.
"You..."
Vance Huntington pointed at Julius Reed.
His face turned red, his body trembling.
"Sorry, I don’t like being pointed at."
Julius Reed raised his right hand and then gently lowered it.
Whoosh!
The sound of a dart box.
Click.
A half-severed finger fell to the ground.
"Hiss!"
Vance Huntington gasped, his eyes wide.
Looking at his severed half-finger.
In disbelief.
In the capital!
In the Global Hotel!
Someone dared to cut off half his finger.
Drip, drop.
In the quiet private room, only the sound of fresh blood dripping onto the floor remained.
Very clear.
And very harsh.
"Next time, I will take your right hand."
Julius Reed raised his hand, placed it on Vance Huntington’s wrist, and pressed down slowly.
The Huntington family’s bodyguards dared not move.
They could only watch helplessly as their master was humiliated.
Bullied.
And even...
There was a hint of mockery.
Zahir Huntington, who had been wailing on the table, now held his breath.
His heart raced.
Completely ignoring his continuously bleeding palm.
His own father was the legitimate eldest son of the Huntington family!
His status was distinguished.
In the capital, he was imposing from all sides!
But now—
His finger had been publicly chopped off!
What wouldn’t this young man dare do in front of him?
Julius Reed shook his head, turned around, and picked up the second steel fork.
"No..."
Zahir Huntington’s eyes were filled with fear, his whole body trembling like a sieve.
He wanted to escape, but one hand was nailed to the table, immovable!
To move was to endure heart-wrenching pain.
But to not move...
That second fork, glinting with cold light, was like Poseidon’s trident itself!
Carrying endless chill, bitterly cold!
"Four beers, I want forty billion from you, too much?"
Julius Reed rotated the steel fork and smiled, "If you think it’s too much, we can talk about it."
"Not... not too much..."
Zahir Huntington looked at his father, his eyes full of pleading.
But could Vance Huntington really save him?
Unable to save himself, how could he save another?
"Bring paper and pen, write an IOU."
Julius Reed spoke softly, his back to them.
Whoosh!
A Braven employee carried paper and pen, quickly coming to Zahir Huntington.
He slammed it down on the table.
In the private room.
A dozen wealthy men, and those young masters.
They were sweating profusely.
For decades, it was the first time they had seen someone so brazen.
Was this a claim for damages? 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
More likely, it was extortion.
"Write."
Julius Reed turned around, smiling at Zahir Huntington.
"Okay!"
Seeing his father nod, Zahir Huntington breathed a sigh of relief.
His forehead was covered in sweat.
He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his head.
Trembling, he picked up the pen and wrote the IOU.
Half a minute.
The IOU was written.
Zahir Huntington owed Julius Reed forty billion.
Below, there was a signature.
"Press a thumbprint."
Julius Reed picked up Zahir Huntington’s hand, placed his thumb on the blood.
Then.
He pressed down hard.
The blood instantly stained the white paper red.
Hiss!
After tearing off the IOU, Julius Reed tucked it into his pocket and walked to the window.
People made way wherever he passed.
No one dared to look up.
The elite of half the capital, at that moment, lacked even the courage to retort.
Strong as Vance Huntington!
His finger was still chopped off.
What did they have to compare with the Huntington family?
"Whew..."
Zahir Huntington breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, the second steel fork...
Whoosh!
A sharp sound of breaking air came.
He only felt a numbness on the back of his hand.
The next moment!
Intense pain assaulted his mind!
"Ah..."
Zahir Huntington’s face turned pale, his entire body wracked with pain.
Both hands were nailed to the table by two steel forks.
"Don’t move!"
Vance Huntington tried to move, but the hidden weapon box immediately aimed at him.
"Just now, who all went into that private room?"
Julius Reed asked in a deep voice, his back to them.
No one responded.
"Step forward yourself within half a minute; otherwise, I can check the surveillance."
He looked at the endlessly passing cars outside the window, hands propping on the windowsill, "By then, you will definitely end up worse off than Zahir Huntington."
A brief silence.
Someone stepped forward.
Their legs trembled.
And their parents were incredibly anxious.
The second one, the third one...
Until, ten people stood forward.
Lined up in a row.
"Ten people, not one less."
Julius Reed slowly raised his hand and smashed it forward fiercely!
Bang!
The thick tempered glass shattered instantly.
Then, it scattered below.
A clattering sound followed.
"Now, jump down from here."
Julius Reed turned around and gestured politely, "Second floor, it won’t kill a person."
Gulp.
The wealthy young men swallowed hard, their legs trembling.
The second floor.
But this was the second floor of the Global Hotel.
Six or seven meters high!
It might not kill, but injuries were guaranteed.
"Brother Davenport, could we..."
Whoosh!
As the young men just began to speak, Julius Reed responded to them with action.
The dart pierced the floor.
Leaving behind a bullet hole.
"One minute for each person."
Julius Reed glanced at his watch, "Those who are late, take a look behind."
Behind.
Was the dark mouth of the hidden weapon box.
"I..."
The first person took a deep breath and climbed onto the balcony.
The wind was strong.
He hesitated for a moment, then jumped down!
Splash!
Below.
The sound of a car alarm blared.
Struck, it wailed loudly.
"Next."
Julius Reed sat on a chair, gently pulling out the steel fork from Zahir Huntington’s hand, and smiled, "Go line up."
Zahir Huntington’s eyes were bloodshot.
He stood in place, staring straight at Julius Reed.
He was a young master of the Huntington family.
In the capital, even Bryson Stephen wouldn’t dare point fingers at him.
Now, his hands were ruined, as wretched as a dog.
Whoosh!
Julius Reed kicked out.
"Take him out!"
"Yes!"
A few hidden weapon handlers came over, picked up Zahir Huntington, and directly threw him down!
Splash!
Yet another sound of a heavy object hitting the ground followed.
"Jump, you won’t die."
Julius Reed tucked the hidden weapon box back at his waist, watching the remaining people in front of him.
And by his side, Vance Huntington’s fists were clenched tight.
Completely ignoring the excruciating pain in his fingers.
"You all, time is running out."
Julius Reed took off his watch, gently twisting it, "Because, time is speeding up."
"Ah!"
Someone roared and dashed out!
Leaping forward!
Splash!
Then, the remaining people followed suit.
Rather than enduring continuous mental torture, they preferred to end it swiftly!
Shortly after.
In the room, only six young men remained.
Julius Reed stood up and walked towards the remaining six.
Everyone in the private room was on edge.
Whoosh!
Just saw.
Julius Reed grabbed Amias Lee’s head and slammed it hard onto the table!
Whoosh!
The second time!
Whoosh!
The third time...
Until—
The table cracked.
Amias Lee’s face was covered in blood, his eyes dull.
"Go!"
Julius Reed spoke, and Braven, who had been ’dead,’ suddenly stood up.
"Actually, I wasn’t planning on killing anyone today."
After speaking, he left a trail of laughter.
And departed confidently.
