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Chapter 871: Chapter 871 I Won
Spring breezes were not cold.
They even carried a trace of warmth.
But inside Picking Star Pavilion, the merchants shivered with an icy chill.
Julius Reed had actually poisoned Zahir Huntington?
And he blatantly admitted it?
One must know, this was the Huntington Mansion!
The place was sealed tight!
At the doorway, the ’madman’ Anson Huntington stood guard!
Did he not fear death?
Or, did he truly possess such arrogant capital?
"Grandfather, I want to kill someone!"
Anson Huntington walked up to Julius Reed and said with a faint smile, "So it was you who crippled my brother?"
His eyes narrowed, emitting a murderous aura!
If ordinary people were looked at this way by him, they’d be scared stiff and dare not lift their heads.
But Julius Reed turned his head, offering a faint smile.
In his eyes, there seemed to be an Asura Hell.
It made Anson Huntington’s body tremble, slightly losing his composure.
"Choose how you want to die!"
He swallowed hard, his voice grave as he spoke.
This was his home, after all!
In his own territory, what was there to fear?
But recalling the look in Julius Reed’s eyes, Anson Huntington still felt a tinge of fear inside.
"Time."
Julius Reed looked at Darrell Huntington, "If you don’t kneel within ten minutes, then today’s meal will become a funeral feast for Zahir."
Threats!
Unconcealed threats!
In the Huntington family, threatening Darrell Huntington!
What audacity?
Or could it be ignorance, arrogance?
"Do you think I would be afraid?"
Darrell Huntington laughed loudly, "I’ve said before, I am full of pride. Today, even if it costs Zahir his life, I will have you executed right here!"
After speaking, he bellowed, "Seize him!"
Whoosh!
The Huntington family bodyguards rushed in quickly.
Half of them held concealed weapon boxes, aiming them at Julius Reed.
"You are very wise, and very courageous!"
Darrell Huntington gritted his teeth and said, "But, your opponent is me! I am Darrell Huntington! Zahir can die, but you absolutely cannot live!"
Hatred filled his eyes!
Intense hatred!
He was gambling, betting his grandson’s life!
If Julius Reed feared death, he would certainly hand over the antidote!
At that moment, he would strike to kill!
To thoroughly avenge the past disgrace!
At the same time, to make the capital’s merchants understand a principle.
Opposing the Huntington family bodes ill!
And he, Darrell Huntington, was a man who disregarded consequences!
Zahir was his favorite grandson, so what?
Julius Reed used Zahir’s life as a bargaining chip, what of it?
"The men of the Huntington family do not fear death!"
Darrell Huntington slowly raised his hand, his eyes brimming with towering killing intent!
He was waiting.
Waiting for Julius Reed to beg for mercy!
To produce the antidote!
If not!
Zahir could only...
Hiss!
Darrell Huntington took a deep breath.
He had no way out.
Compared to the honor of the Huntington family, Zahir’s life was worth nothing!
Inside Picking Star Pavilion!
Utter silence. 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
Everyone held their breath, their eyes too scared to blink.
Usually, they had heard, when Darrell Huntington acted, it was with great grandeur!
Having seen it today, they would never forget!
Nikodem Lee clenched his fists even tighter, his heart pounding wildly!
This time, could Julius Reed escape from certain death?
Outside, an impenetrable barrier!
Inside, an ambush on all sides!
No matter how strong your martial arts, the surroundings were filled with dozens of concealed weapon boxes!
Anson Huntington pulled out a concealed weapon box from his waist, inserting a dart into it.
Then he cocked it.
The mouth of the concealed weapon box was positioned at the top of Julius Reed’s head.
"I had wanted to have an enjoyable fight with you, but today, there seems to be no chance."
Disappointment was evident in Anson Huntington’s eyes.
But with the old man in such a rage today, he dared not act recklessly.
So, he decided to handle it himself.
His finger rested on the trigger, ready to press it at any moment.
Yet Julius Reed was as calm as a gentle breeze or a floating cloud, not a trace of panic in his eyes.
"I ask you one last time, Zahir..."
"Kneel, or else, die."
Julius Reed interrupted Darrell Huntington, turned around and faced Anson Huntington, "Let’s make a bet."
"Bet on what?"
Anson Huntington let out a cold laugh, "I’m pointing a concealed weapon box at you, do you have the stakes for a bet?"
"Of course there is,"
Julius Reed said with a faint smile, pointing at the pitch-black dart box in front of him, "Let’s guess where the darts in this box will hit?"
"Of course your head!"
Anson Huntington’s eyes were full of disdain, "Stop wasting your breath, I bet a hundred dollars that the dart will pierce through your skull!"
"Boom!"
He extended a hand, making an exploding gesture, "Your head will be like a watermelon... heh heh."
Madman!
That was everyone’s thought.
Yet Julius Reed didn’t care at all.
Even though Darrell Huntington’s patience had run out!
"Do it..."
He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
The raised right hand slowly fell.
The Picking Star Pavilion fell quiet once again.
Nikodem Lee’s eyes bulged, wanting to witness Julius Reed’s death!
However,
Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his throat.
Pfft!
Blood sprayed out.
And then, the other guests’ faces turned red as well.
Blood spurted out.
"First step, spitting blood."
Julius Reed raised a finger, slowly extending a second, "Second step, numbness all over."
Having said that, he smiled confidently, "Third step, lose consciousness, and die."
"My hand..."
"My legs are numb too! What do I do! What do I do!"
Pfft!
Darrell Huntington spat out a mouthful of blood, leaning against the glass and slowly raising his right hand.
His eyes were fixed on his own arm.
Until, he opened his mouth wide.
He was gradually losing sensation in his hand.
Thump!
One after another, merchants began to fall.
The Picking Star Pavilion was filled with cries of agony.
"When did this..."
Darrell Huntington stared at Julius Reed with unwillingness in his eyes!
Anger!
The food had all been prepared by the Huntington family’s servants; there was no chance for Julius Reed to poison it!
But what was happening now?
"When I toasted you, I accidentally spilled the medicine in my sleeve,"
Julius Reed revealed a simple smile, "Sorry, my mistake."
Sorry?
The tycoons’ hearts collapsed to the breaking point!
They had fortunes worth hundreds of billions!
No one was willing to die here!
"Mr. Huntington, make your move. Kill me..."
Julius Reed earnestly looked at Darrell Huntington, "Hurry up."
Dead silence.
Another bout of dead silence!
The tycoons’ eyes held despair!
Their bodies gradually became numb!
Eventually, they could almost feel nothing.
If...
If they really died here, they wouldn’t accept it!
Darrell Huntington was equally stunned.
Even with such meticulous planning, there was still... a loophole?
Capsize in a gutter?
On the ground, Jasper Leopold’s head still hadn’t cooled off!
"Open the dart box."
Julius Reed grasped the dart box in Anson Huntington’s hand, pressing it firmly against his own head.
But where would Anson Huntington dare to open the dart box?
He might be mad, but he wasn’t stupid!
If these tycoons died in the Huntington Mansion, his family would certainly be erased from the capital!
Exiled forever!
Open the dart box?
Impossible.
Smack!
Julius Reed slapped Anson Huntington’s face with a heavy blow.
"I told you, open the dart box..."
Hiss!
Anson Huntington blinked, really wanting to pull the trigger!
But, he couldn’t.
"Open the dart box!"
Julius Reed roared.
"Ahh!"
Anson Huntington screamed, trying to vent the fury in his heart!
Whoosh!
The next moment, Julius Reed snatched the dart box single-handedly!
He pierced through Anson Huntington’s left leg.
"I won."
He handed the dart box back to Anson Huntington, extending his right hand at the same time.
"You said, if you lost, you would give me a hundred dollars."
