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Chapter 879: Chapter 879: Heard You Were Looking for Me?
The Moonshadow Hotel is a five-star hotel.
Located in the bustling downtown area of the capital city.
Such five-star hotels are common in the capital.
As the most prosperous city on the entire Eastern continent, it never lacks money or capital.
But the Moonshadow Hotel is different.
Its owner, Zachary Leopold, is East Asian.
The most powerful conglomerate in East Asia belongs to Zachary Leopold.
At this moment in the Moonshadow Hotel, on the fifth floor. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝙢
It was very quiet.
Lights, only seven rooms were lit.
And without a special elevator card, you can’t get to the fifth floor at all.
"Bull taking people to ambush, I wonder if they succeeded."
Inside the largest private room on the fifth floor.
Four men formed a circle, playing poker.
They were wearing vests, and each one had scars on their body.
"Bull doesn’t take advice, if he succeeds, he won’t be praised by the team leader."
A man flicked his cigarette butt away and threw out a king card, "But if he fails, he will surely be demoted and punished."
"We know Bull’s character very well. He has a good relationship with Blade, and this time he is one of the most eager to battle."
Another man flipped his cards down, picked up the vodka beside him, and took a big gulp.
"Hiss!"
He took a deep breath, sticking out his tongue, "This damn vodka, really packs a punch!"
"Drink less! Careless mistakes are made when drunk!"
A companion cautioned.
"No worries, there won’t be any missions today, just wait for Bull’s news."
The man chuckled and poured all the vodka into his mouth.
Clang!
Afterward, he threw the bottle on the ground.
"Do you think Mad Dragon is really still alive?"
Someone spoke out, and the room fell silent.
Slap!
Everyone threw their cards down with displeased faces, "Buzzkill!"
The name Mad Dragon had not been mentioned for almost three years.
Four years ago, Mad Dragon was a nightmare!
A nightmare in everyone’s heart!
Although very few people had ever seen what Mad Dragon looked like—
After all, most who had were dead.
"Mad Dragon, impossible to be alive!"
Someone said assertively.
"If he weren’t dead, there would be no reason for his disappearance for four years."
Four years, the former overlord collapsed.
The flag of the Seven Clouds Academy, which symbolized the invincible golden dragon swallowing the sun, slowly fell.
It became an elegy.
During these four years, everyone kept guessing.
Whether the legend that was Mad Dragon had really died.
And whether there was still a possibility for his survival.
But in the end, everyone accepted the fact that Mad Dragon was dead.
Over four years, the martial world underwent enormous changes.
Numerous strong fighters emerged consecutively.
In such a time, even if Mad Dragon were not dead, it would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens to restore the former glory of the Seven Clouds Academy.
To give up the overlord’s position and disappear for four years made no sense at all.
"Even if he’s not dead, I want to kill him with my own hands!"
Someone snorted coldly.
Clearly, he had not experienced the disaster of that year.
He had not felt the terror of being dominated by Mad Dragon.
"If it had been four years ago, if you dared to say such words," a companion chuckled softly, "Mad Dragon wouldn’t need to act; the team leader would have executed you himself!"
Back then, anyone who dared to speak recklessly about Mad Dragon was bound to be punished!
Even the organization would have to suffer the consequences.
Whoosh!
Just then.
A figure smashed through the hotel window, and directly entered the private room.
"Who!"
Ben Weather, the person in charge of the Starlight Group on this trip, quickly placed his hand on his waist to draw out his concealed weapon box.
Whoosh!
But before his hand could touch the weapon box, his whole body was sent flying!
His chest, in severe pain!
"I hear, someone here wants to kill me?"
Julius Reed stood with his hands behind his back, standing in between the three men.
After looking them over.
"Who are you!"
One of them turned to reach for a weapon.
Whoosh!
Julius Reed stepped down hard, kicking the vodka bottle straight out!
Crash!
The bottle smashed against the back of the man’s head, shattering instantly.
The man’s body trembled, falling onto the bed and convulsing non-stop.
The other two stood frozen, not daring to move.
"You are...?"
Summoning his courage, one of them asked, "We have no grievances against you, why would you..."
"No grievances?"
Julius stretched out his hand, grabbing the other’s neck: "Your man pointed a hidden weapon box at me and you say there’s no grievance?"
"No...no such thing!"
The man was lifted up, his legs kicking furiously.
His breathing grew more and more rapid, and his face began to redden.
All four present were elites of the Starlight Group!
Yet one was kicked away instantly, the life and death of another on the bed uncertain.
And he himself was utterly powerless to resist!
What kind of monster was their opponent?
"Who exactly are you..."
His heart was in utter chaos, and the strength within his body began to drain away rapidly...
Thud!
Julius released his grip, and the man smashed heavily onto the ground.
"We are people from the Starlight Group!"
Ben Weather leaned against the wall, clutching his chest, screaming in pain.
The Starlight Group had a large reputation!
As the overlords of East Asia, to see their elites so easily defeated made Ben Weather’s face flush red.
It was an unbearable humiliation!
The fifth floor!
The fifth floor, of all places!
This young man in front of them, had he really smashed through the glass and rushed in?
"The Starlight Group, I know."
Julius walked over to Ben Weather, squatted down in front of him, and asked with a smile, "Don’t you recognize me?"
"Who are you!"
Seeing the smile on Julius’s face, Ben Weather felt a chill down his spine.
"Knowing that we are from the Starlight Group, how dare you lay a hand on us!"
Summoning his courage, he made a threatening statement, "If you offend the Starlight Group, you won’t be able to live in peace for the rest of your life!"
This wasn’t a threat.
Once provoked, they would face endless assassination attempts.
Even their relatives would be implicated.
There was no way to lead a normal life.
No matter how strong an individual’s power was, it could never contend with a vast organization.
"Don’t recognize me?"
In the face of Ben Weather’s threat, Julius pulled out the hidden weapon box from his waist.
He placed it in Ben Weather’s hand, pressing it against his own head.
"I hear you’ve been looking for me?"
"You are..."
Ben Weather was startled!
They had come to the Eastern Continent to track down the remnants from the Seven Clouds Academy.
Could this young man in front of them be one of Seven Clouds Academy?
But weren’t the remnants of Seven Clouds Academy suffering greatly, already at the end of their strength?
And yet they dared to stir up trouble?
But the hidden weapon box.
Indeed, he held it in his hand.
It seemed that if Ben Weather triggered the mechanism, the young man in front of him would die instantly.
His heart was somewhat panicked.
This made no sense!
"I am from Seven Clouds Academy."
Julius nodded his head, "To be exact, I’m also the founder of Seven Clouds Academy."
Ben Weather’s mouth fell open!
In his eyes was disbelief!
"Some call me Mad Dragon, others call me Saint Lord. But my name is Julius Reed."
Julius said with a smile.
As if he were discussing an extremely ordinary matter.
But Ben Weather and everyone in the room were scared stiff in place.
"You are... Mad Dragon..."
Ben Weather shivered with a sudden chill, the hand holding the hidden weapon box trembling.
"Haven’t you always wanted to kill me? What’s wrong? Given the chance, you can’t do it, can you?"
Julius crouched on the ground, asking with a smile.
At the same time, one hand was pressing on Ben Weather’s head, shaking it back and forth.
"I don’t care if you are Mad Dragon or not! Go to hell!"
Whoosh!
Ben Weather, like a madman, triggered the mechanism.
