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Chapter 886: Chapter 886: Who’s Tougher
The night was deep and quiet.
On Green Mount Street, it was pitch black, not even your fingers visible before your eyes.
Up in the sky.
Dark clouds covered the moon, drifting snowflakes falling down.
At either end of the street stood two people.
Without uttering a word.
But the aura of menace permeated the entire street.
"Before you die, if you’re willing to answer one question, I can let you die with clarity."
The man, holding a concealed weapon box in one hand, took out a cigarette from within his coat.
He quietly lit it.
In the pitch darkness of the night, the glow from the cigarette was exceptionally dazzling.
"Huh!"
After taking a deep puff, the man, with the cigarette clinging to his lips, spoke out, "I heard you’ve been causing a racket in the capital city. Who’s backing you?"
In the pitch-black street where you could not see your hands in front of you, the burning red dot of the cigarette was the only thing visible.
In such a scenario, smoking was undoubtedly revealing one’s position.
But the man appeared very confident, smoking carelessly.
"Do I need someone to back me up?"
Julius Reed stood at the other end of the street, hands clasped behind his back, "I am my own support."
The august leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the head of Seven Clouds Academy.
Whether within the sect or the martial world.
He was undeniably the overlord!
Even the Kunlun with a millennium of heritage was flattened under the iron hooves of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
To strike, was to be invincible.
What need was there to speak of support?
He, was the strongest support in this world.
"Hiss!"
The man holding the cigarette in his mouth revealed a trace of a cold smile on his face.
Clearly, he was very dissatisfied with Julius’s words.
But it didn’t matter.
He came here today to kill.
Daring to strike against the Armin Levis Group, quite bold.
In the capital city, perhaps this person before him was the only one.
"Where are your accomplices?"
The man spat the cigarette butt onto the ground and gently crushed it, "Speak up, and I’ll make it quick for you."
The light went out.
The street fell into darkness once more.
He slowly leveled the concealed weapon box in his hands, his ears constantly moving.
"You’ve yet to reveal your identity."
Julius still had his hands in his pockets, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"People say the Armin Levis Group has a profound background; even the four big families don’t dare to provoke you. I’ve always been quite curious, who gives you such courage."
Beckett Carmichael had no clue about the Armin Levis Group.
One must know in the capital city, Beckett Carmichael was a well-known big shot.
When riled up, the Koller and Leocadia Families would steer clear by three feet.
But even so, he still dared not provoke the Armin Levis Group.
"You talk too much nonsense!"
The man licked his lips, his finger lightly resting on the trigger, "You won’t talk? Fine. But I’ll make you spill everything yourself."
Whiz!
Having said that, he shot a dart from the concealed weapon box!
The dart made a sharp sound as it cut through the air, aiming straight for Julius’s legs!
In the pitch-black night, the man could see as clearly as an owl.
Without the slightest deviation!
"Now, have you decided not to talk?"
Clang!
The sound of the concealed weapon box echoed continually in the silent street.
Silence.
No response.
After the sound of the concealed weapon box faded, the man took out the cigarette case once more.
He smacked his lips, removed the last cigarette from the case, and put it in his mouth.
Clatter.
The cigarette case fell to the ground.
"I know you’re tough-mouthed and have some skills."
He set down the concealed weapon box and took out a lighter from his pocket, "But my darts are harder than your knees."
Having spoken, the man flicked the lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth.
He took a deep breath.
Woosh!
The smoke just emerging from his mouth immediately mingled with the falling snowflakes.
"I guess you’re now clutching your right knee, enduring the pain."
He flicked the cigarette ash off with one hand, speaking indifferently, "Don’t even think about running. I’ll pierce your skull with a concealed weapon box before you even think of leaving, making you watch your own brains spill out."
At the end of the street, there was still just silence.
No one responded.
The man’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, the cigarette between his fingers, he began to listen intently.
There was breathing, and it was rapid.
"Keep enduring. I want to see how long you can last."
He revealed a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, at the same time, he raised the concealed weapon box in his hands, closing his eyes.
Whiz!
The second sound of the concealed weapon box being fired.
The man set the dark weapon box on the ground, pinching the half-burned cigarette in his hand.
"I guess you’re kneeling on both knees now, in agony. Why bother? Just tell me who your accomplices are, and I’ll put you out of your misery quickly!"
His tone was arrogant.
"I, Cristiano Grey, always keep my word."
Cristiano Grey pinched the half-cigarette, taking a deep drag!
Hiss!
The cigarette burned rapidly and soon, only the stub was left.
Pop!
He flicked the cigarette butt from his hand and pulled out the third dart from his pocket.
"I’ve smoked my last cigarette. You don’t have time to keep up this charade."
Whoosh!
Cristiano Grey picked up and held up the dark weapon box, asking coldly, "Last chance! Speak, or not."
Silence.
"I don’t believe anyone can continue to resist after facing my three dark weapon boxes."
His brows furrowed slightly, and a look of disgust flashed across his face.
Usually, when he opened the first dark weapon box, enemies would kneel and beg for mercy.
Very few could withstand the second dark weapon box.
The reason being, in the darkness of the night, this was the true test of the dark weapon box technique!
It was also the most intimidating for the opponent’s courage.
Often, one dark weapon box could crush the opponents’ confidence, making their emotions collapse.
But today.
Someone had withstood two dark weapon boxes without uttering a sound.
"With the third dark weapon box, I plan to dismember one of your arms."
He took a deep breath, feeling unreasonably irritable.
Was the other party provoking him?
Or were they trying to disgust him on purpose before their death?
But.
That didn’t matter.
Once the third dark weapon box was activated, no one could withstand it.
"You don’t want a toast, you get a forfeit."
Swoosh!
He triggered the mechanism!
The third dart whistled out, a force of destruction.
Hurtling forward.
Cristiano Grey hoisted the dark weapon box, striding toward the other end of Green Mount Street.
There.
His opponent should be kneeling on the ground, in excruciating pain.
Writhed in torture.
And he would pass judgment as the victor.
His pace was swift.
In just over ten seconds, Cristiano Grey arrived in front of Julius Reed.
But, he instantly became alert!
Because less than three meters from Cristiano Grey stood a person!
On Green Mount Street, a third person should not have been possible.
So...
Wham!
Julius Reed suddenly threw a punch!
The force of the punch howled as it approached!
"You actually..."
A panicked Cristiano Grey hurriedly lifted the dark weapon box in his hands!
Crack!
Swoosh!
The punch broke the long dark weapon box, directly striking Cristiano Grey’s chest!
Thump!
A second later.
Cristiano Grey fell heavily to the ground.
Spurt!
He coughed out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with fear, "You... how did you..."
"Speak, where did you get the dagger from?"
Julius Reed squatted in front of him, a dart pinched in his hand.
"I don’t know!"
Cristiano Grey took a deep breath, saying fiercely.
"Is that so?"
Facing his defiance, Julius Reed smiled faintly, "That phrase just now is for you, let’s see if your knees are harder, or my darts!"
Crack!
He stretched out a hand and without warning, slapped it on Cristiano Grey’s knee!
The dart plunged straight in, shattering the kneecap.
"Ah..."
A scream rang out on Green Mount Street.
"You dare..."
Cristiano Grey’s face instantly turned pale.
His throat squirmed, and he was about to speak.
Crack!
The second dart smashed down from mid-air!
Burrowing into his other knee.
