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Chapter 872: Chapter 872: A Body of Proud Bones
"You... you’ve won..."
Anson Huntington’s forehead was streaming with cold sweat, yet his face bore a smile.
Even though blood was pouring from his leg!
His body was trembling incessantly.
"However, our game has only just begun."
Anson Huntington took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to Julius Reed with trembling hands, "Do you know? This is the first time in my life that I’ve been bested!"
He took a deep breath, the muscles on his face twitching non-stop.
Pain!
His bones were chipped and exposed.
Yet he stood his ground, not retreating an inch!
A madman!
A complete madman!
But the others were not so calm.
Their strength was rapidly draining away, and their hearts were beating faster and faster!
If things really were as Julius Reed had said.
What came next.
Would be death.
"Mr. Huntington, would you like to change your mind?"
Julius Reed walked over and took out a small pill from his bosom, stuffing it into Darrell Huntington’s mouth.
"Don’t bother!"
As the bodyguard behind him was about to open the hidden weapon box, Anson Huntington raised a hand.
Stopping him.
Opening the hidden weapon box now was pointless.
If Julius Reed truly wanted to kill, they couldn’t stop him.
"To be able to see you stand up and kneel before me," Julius Reed slowly backed away, looking at Darrell Huntington, "I’ll give you the antidote."
Five seconds later.
Darrell Huntington’s fingers moved.
Half a minute.
He stood up, leaning against the wall.
"There really is an antidote!"
"Mr. Huntington, save us!"
Upon seeing Darrell Huntington standing up, envy filled the eyes of the wealthy merchants!
And even rage!
Why should they!?
Why should they attend a banquet at the Huntington family and get mixed up in the Huntington family’s feuds,
Only for them to end up dead?
Nobody is generous in the face of life and death!
They stared fixedly at the medicine bottle in Julius Reed’s hand.
That was...
The hope of survival!
"Kneel, and they can live, you can live, Zahir Huntington can live." Julius Reed pointed at Darrell Huntington, saying with a faint smile, "Otherwise, I..."
He squeezed hard with his left hand!
Crack!
The medicine bottle turned to dust.
Immediately after, Julius Reed walked over to a bodyguard, leisurely taking a hidden weapon box from him.
He aimed the opening of the hidden weapon box at his own head.
"If you haven’t knelt in ten seconds," Julius Reed pulled off the safety, saying indifferently, "I will take my own life with a bullet!"
"Now, the countdown begins!"
He chuckled lightly, saying, "One."
Whew!
Darrell Huntington took a deep breath, his mind in chaos!
His head felt as if it had been struck by Heavenly Thunder.
Dazed!
At a loss!
"Two."
Julius Reed was all smiles.
Yet inside the Picking Star Pavilion, the merchants were terrified to the extreme!
"Mr. Huntington!"
Someone shouted with all their might, "You can’t just stand by and watch us die!"
"If we perish here in your mansion, how will the people of Kyoto view you? Your Huntington family will have no ground to stand on!"
"Impatience spoils great plans!"
The merchants almost threatened.
Of course, they were not speaking nonsense.
It was all true.
Half of Kyoto’s merchants were here.
If they all died together.
Then, Kyoto would be shaken!
The Huntington family would certainly be outcast!
"Three."
Julius Reed spoke once again.
Pressure mounted like a mountain!
Hanging over Darrell Huntington’s head.
He looked around.
The Vermilion Bird flag fluttered noisily.
The expansive courtyard, amidst the high-rise buildings of Kyoto, appeared exceptionally glaring!
It seemed...
At all times, it was a bold declaration of the Huntington family’s heritage!
A century of glory!
In Kyoto, who didn’t know the famously illustrious Huntington Mansion?
The Golden Dragon-surrounded Picking Star Pavilion?
And!
The Landscape painting that stretched from the main gate all the way to the interior of the compound!
Overwhelming and impressive!
"Four."
Julius Reed said calmly.
In his eyes, there was a hint of mockery.
"Mr. Huntington!"
"I beg of you..."
"If I die, then my family will surely lay the blame upon the Huntington family!"
In the face of life and death.
No one is magnanimous.
Wealth can be spent and recovered.
But death makes everything irrelevant.
"Five!"
Julius Reed’s smile deepened.
Outside!
Fierce winds swept across!
Sand flew everywhere!
A large red coffin, starkly glaring!
In front of the coffin!
Zahir Huntington’s spiritual tablet stood firm.
As the winds gradually died down, the flying sands settled.
Julius Reed yawned languidly, "Six."
Time, more than half gone.
Inside the Picking Star Pavilion, the atmosphere was eerie.
Anson Huntington’s face was deathly pale as he finally took the bandage and wrapped his wound.
And Darrell Huntington—
Stood in front of Julius Reed, his face filled with reluctance.
"Seven!"
Julius Reed looked into his eyes as he stated the seventh number.
His finger, applying just a bit more force.
"Darrell Huntington!"
Someone called out Darrell Huntington’s name directly, "Is it... is it true that you’ve joined forces with him to take us down?"
As soon as these words were uttered.
The Picking Star Pavilion stirred once again.
"If we die, you surely can’t live alone!"
No matter whether Darrell Huntington had collaborated with Julius Reed, no matter whose hands these people died by today.
The Huntington family’s indifference in the face of death would spell disaster!
Even a powerhouse like the Huntington family, even if Darrell knew the president of the Martial Arts Association.
Facing an assault by half of Kyoto’s wealthy merchants.
The Huntington family couldn’t save themselves alone.
"Eight!"
A curve appeared at the corners of Julius Reed’s mouth.
But the others, they began to cry.
Each number, like a death knell!
Marking the countdown to their lives...
Only two numbers left...
After two numbers.
No one dared to imagine.
"Nine!"
The force in Julius Reed’s hands gradually increased.
The wealthy merchants slowly closed their eyes, then opened them.
In their gaze, endless hatred!
And this hatred, all directed at the Huntington family!
"Ten!"
Thump!
Finally.
Darrell Huntington was on his knees.
Kneeling, before Julius Reed.
He could die.
But the Huntington family, could not be removed!
Centuries of glory!
Must not... must not be ruined by his own hands.
Whoosh!
The merchants took a long breath.
Their bodies, already soaked with sweat.
But.
The joy of surviving a calamity filled them with strength.
"I said I would break your proud bones."
Julius Reed stood in front of Darrell Huntington, shaking his head with a smile, "You also said you wouldn’t kneel before me."
Crack!
Darrell Huntington clenched his fists, his fingers cracking continuously.
Anger!
Frustration!
"But in the end, I won."
Julius Reed moved the hidden weapon box away from his head, bent down, and looked at Darrell Huntington, "Since you’ve knelt down, I’ll give you some face, you can barely survive."
Was this boasting?
Darrell Huntington gave a self-deprecating smile.
A man of his years, having lost his integrity.
By the afternoon, perhaps this incident would spread throughout Kyoto?
The backbone of his Huntington family had been utterly crushed by Julius Reed.
"I had a good meal today, very happy."
Julius Reed took the hidden weapon box and turned.
Heading towards the main entrance.
"I can resolve your poison," he said.
Having finished speaking.
He boldly stepped on the Landscape painting.
By his ear.
The flags of the Vermilion Bird flapping vigorously!
"Our poison..."
"We hope, he stands by his word..."
The merchants’ eyes were fixed on Julius Reed’s retreating figure.
Anticipation!
Longing.
Only Darrell Huntington looked disheartened.
Finally.
Julius Reed reached the gate of Huntington Mansion.
He pushed open the main gate.
He turned around, slowly lifting the lid of the hidden weapon box.
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!
Three hidden weapon boxes!
The first box tore through the top of the Picking Star Pavilion.
The second box, the Luminous Pearl from the very top, fell inside the pavilion.
The third box, the Luminous Pearl exploded into powder, spreading throughout the Picking Star Pavilion.
Hiss!
As the powder was inhaled, the merchants’ strength gradually returned.
Clang!
Julius Reed tossed the hidden weapon box on the ground and strode away.
Behind him.
A sandstorm raged.
