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Chapter 870: Chapter 870: No Other Choice
Clang!
The bodyguard holding the wooden box trembled when he saw what was inside.
His hand shook, and the wooden box fell to the ground.
Immediately after,
Jasper Leopold’s severed head rolled out.
His eyes were bloody,
as if reluctant to accept his fate.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Darrell Huntington stepped back three steps, his eyes full of shock.
Jasper Leopold...
One of the eight permanent members of the Martial Arts Council!
His fame was illustrious!
His abilities were unmatched.
Now...
Now he was dead with his body severed, wronged in death?
"You!"
Darrell Huntington turned around, pointing at Julius Reed with fear in his voice, "It was you..."
"The person, it was you who invited them. I’ve been eating here at Picking Star Pavilion the whole time, unaware of what Mr. Huntington is accusing me of wanting to do?"
Julius Reed flicked his fingers, leaning against the coffin, and spoke nonchalantly, "I thought you invited a person, but it turns out, you invited a ghost."
Bang!
He walked forward two steps and kicked Jasper Leopold’s head away, "What, you brought this thing to scare me?"
Hiss!
The people present gasped in shock.
A permanent member of the Martial Arts Council was killed?
His head, delivered to Darrell Huntington’s mansion?
And now!
Julius Reed just kicked Jasper Leopold’s head away?
Even though Jasper Leopold was deceased, that was still a Council member!
Dignity!
The dignity of the Martial Arts Council was being trampled in this moment!
Gulp.
Darrell Huntington swallowed hard, his forehead slick with cold sweat.
This strategist, who had orchestrated countless plans in his lifetime and never failed,
had now lost everything!
The face of Jasper Leopold, he could not mistake it.
The two had dined together before.
Now,
Darrell Huntington could be certain, this prominent figure in the martial arts world had met with a tragic end.
But who was the perpetrator?
Julius Reed had been eating at Picking Star Pavilion all along and had no opportunity to act!
"Mr. Huntington, do you have anything else?"
At this moment, Julius Reed walked into Picking Star Pavilion, gently brushing off the dust on his body.
"I’ve already eaten. The person you wanted me to wait for, I’ve waited for them."
Today, for some reason, the dust was severe.
"Where is the person who delivered the item?"
Darrell Huntington recovered his composure, immediately looking at Waylon Huntington: "Catch them all!"
Jasper Leopold was a Council member!
No matter what, now that Jasper Leopold’s head had appeared at the Huntington Mansion,
it was impossible for Darrell Huntington to disassociate from this!
The Martial Arts Council!
That was the Martial Arts Council!
"The person... left after delivering the gift..."
Waylon Huntington’s body trembled slightly.
It wasn’t that he had never seen a dead body before.
But the thought of having recently held the wooden box with ecstatic joy,
made him break out in a cold sweat on his back.
"Investigate!"
Whoosh!
Darrell Huntington fiercely pushed the dishes on the table to the floor.
Bowls and chopsticks scattered everywhere.
Complete chaos.
"Jasper Leopold met his fate on his way to the Huntington Mansion! Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground in the capital, I want you to uncover the truth!"
He roared with anger,
eventually losing control.
He had hoped, in front of the capital’s elite, to restore the reputation of the Huntington family!
But now!
He had lost all face!
His trump card, turned into a dead card,
rotting in his hand.
A permanent member of the Martial Arts Council!
A person of high rank and authority,
had died on the way to Huntington Mansion.
The Huntington family, hard to absolve from blame!
"The truth?"
Julius Reed smiled and shook his head: "There are some things, it’s better not to know. I’m worried, it might scare you to death."
The news of Seven Clouds Academy’s reappearance in the world had surged in like a tide!
If Darrell Huntington knew that Jasper Leopold had died at the hands of Seven Clouds Academy.
The old man would probably be scared to death.
"Julius Reed! You can’t disentangle yourself from this matter! Do you really think the martial arts association won’t find out?"
Darrell Huntington was somewhat infuriated and embarrassed.
He had never anticipated that his meticulously laid trap would be turned against him!
"We still haven’t settled our previous accounts."
Julius Reed glanced at his watch, a faint smile on his face, "Your grandson, I’m afraid, is about to have an attack."
"Shut up!"
Darrell Huntington had already lost his reasoning.
He had been in control of the capital for decades, and no one dared to insult the Huntington family like this!
Even though the Huntington family had been low-profile for decades.
Even the four great families had to respectfully address Darrell Huntington as Mr. Huntington.
"I am only... giving a friendly reminder." Julius Reed pointed at the big red coffin, and the spirit tablet in front of it, "If you’re lucky, both items could be used today."
"Let’s try it then!"
Darrell Huntington clapped his hand, and a group of people entered from outside Picking Star Pavilion.
The leader was a young man.
"Anson Huntington?"
Someone recognized the identity of the young man.
The Huntington family’s Young Master, commonly known as the ’madman,’ Anson Huntington.
"Darrell Huntington, what do you mean by this?"
Julius Reed turned around, looking at the group of people, "Here to help carry your grandson’s coffin?"
"Julius Reed! I, Darrell Huntington, am here today to break your arms and legs in front of everyone!"
Darrell Huntington gritted his teeth, "What can you do about it?"
Inside Picking Star Pavilion!
The capitals businessmen boiled with excitement!
Dominance!
The dominance of the Huntington family!
Even though Jasper Leopold had an accident.
Nevertheless, Darrell Huntington still intended to keep Julius Reed here!
No reason was needed.
"Do you think you can hold me here?"
Julius Reed disdainfully said, "They are not qualified."
"Then you just try!"
Although Darrell Huntington was shocked by the death of Jasper Leopold, it wasn’t Julius Reed who had done it personally.
Moreover, Darrell Huntington had great confidence in Anson Huntington’s martial arts skills.
That was a sharp blade he had sharpened in three years!
Instantly lethal!
"It’s about time."
Julius Reed looked down at his watch, a faint smile on his face.
"Sir!"
Just then, the doctor responsible for taking care of Zahir Huntington ran over in a panic.
"What’s wrong?"
Darrell Huntington felt a sinking feeling in his heart, a bad premonition overwhelming him.
"Young Master Huntington has suddenly fallen ill! We are helpless, you... you better go see him!"
The doctor said in panic, his face full of terror.
Perhaps because he had run all the way, he was gasping for breath as he spoke.
"What!"
Darrell Huntington’s figure trembled, his hands propping himself on the glass.
"Is it convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and a nosebleed starting? As for the blood, it’s dark red."
Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at the doctor.
"How... how did you know!"
The doctor’s eyes widened, his throat moved, "That’s exactly the symptoms!"
Before he arrived, he had been helpless.
Now, to have his words echoed, he couldn’t help but be shocked.
"No need to beat around the bush."
Julius Reed looked at Darrell Huntington, "The steel fork that pierced through Zahir Huntington’s palm, I had poisoned it. The poison was my doing."
"You..."
Darrell Huntington’s face contorted dramatically!
Had his doctor really not noticed?
"Are you sure it was those symptoms?"
Darrell Huntington grabbed the doctor by the collar, "Answer me!"
"Exactly right..."
The doctor’s legs trembled, a hint of fear evident.
"Sss..."
Darrell Huntington drew in a sharp breath, feeling as if the sky was falling.
"Julius Reed... this is the Huntington family, and you dare..."
He held his forehead with his hand, his mind going blank.
"I once asked, if I were to force you to kneel, what would you do?"
Julius Reed pointed at Darrell Huntington, "You said you were too proud. Ten minutes from now, Zahir Huntington will die from poison, you can choose not to kneel. But that coffin will surely be used!"
"You dare!"
Darrell Huntington trembled, looking at Julius Reed, "This is the Huntington family!"
He roared like a lion.
"Even if this is the Huntington family, even if I tell you that I had poisoned Zahir Huntington."
Julius Reed smiled, looking at him, "But, you still have to kneel on the ground. There’s no other choice."
