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Chapter 903: Chapter 903: Cheng Yaojin Suddenly Appears on the Way
The Carmichael family was over fifty kilometers away from the Leocadia family.
Not far, yet not too close.
After all, the capital was vast and heavily populated.
The main issue was traffic congestion.
Fifty kilometers could feel like five hundred when you were stuck in a jam.
Julius Reed had the foresight to buy a little motorcycle directly.
Glide through the bustling city.
There was still plenty of time, so he was not in a hurry.
After all, if he didn’t show up, the Leocadia family could hardly start the feast.
He saved Evangeline Leocadia because he made a promise to Sophia Leocadia; it had nothing to do with the Leocadia family.
It was only proper for the mighty Dragon King to be treated to a meal by the Leocadia family after lending a hand.
Being a few minutes late would only prevent him from losing face.
After weaving through more than a dozen streets, he arrived at an alleyway.
There was a shortcut here, one that Beckett Carmichael had told him about.
But because the passageway was narrow, most vehicles could not get through.
However, no road was too narrow for a little motorcycle.
"Are you sure it’s him?"
Not far off, someone crouched in a tree, holding a pair of binoculars.
In his field of view was Julius Reed riding the motorcycle.
At the moment, Julius Reed had a lollipop in his mouth and was humming a tune, clearly enjoying himself.
"No mistake! According to the information sent back, this is the man who killed our Shadow Gate’s third-ranked leader!"
The other person in the tree said angrily, "Is this man truly Mad Dragon?"
"How would I know..."
The man with the binoculars furrowed his brows tightly, "Could we be mistaken? Would Mad Dragon ride such a ratty motorcycle? He is, after all, the leader of the Seven Clouds Academy. Just think about the leaders of our Shadow Gate, which one of them doesn’t look imposing when they go out?"
"The Seven Clouds Academy has been down and out for four years, it’s no longer what it was!"
His companion disdainfully said, "Even if he really is Mad Dragon, he’s unlikely to reverse the decline! But don’t forget, we have a secret weapon in our hands."
After saying this, he placed his hand on his waist.
It was bulging there, looking like a weapon.
"Have people from Ceylon Mountain arrived yet?"
The man shifted his binoculars and glanced at his watch, "Why haven’t they made their move yet?"
Before coming here, they had once again made use of Ceylon Mountain!
Last time, it was Shadow Gate that leaked the information, using Ceylon Mountain to take action while they reaped the benefits of the fishermen.
Who knew that not only Ceylon Mountain would be annihilated, but the Shadow Gate would also lose Arden Bread, their third-ranking member.
This event shook the world of martial arts.
As for the matter of Arden Bread personally killing Wyatt Carmichael, Ceylon Mountain wasn’t even aware of it.
Until now, they still thought of the Shadow Gate as an intimate partner.
"Fourth Protector, if Ceylon Mountain folk succeed, shall we directly tear off our masks?"
The man spoke and then took the weapon from his waist.
A crossbow!
Crossbow Arrows, silent and deadly.
And this particular crossbow was even more special.
It was powerful, and the arrows were laced with deadly poison and high-voltage electricity.
If an ordinary person were touched by it, even if they didn’t die from the poison, they would be killed by the electric current!
This crossbow was one of Shadow Gate’s three great treasures.
In the past, several masters died by these arrows!
Now, Shadow Gate’s Fourth Protector brought it to the capital with the intention of seizing the Divine Dragon Tripod!
And then to unlock the secrets within it.
Whatever Mad Dragon valued so highly must be worth a fortune!
In the past, the Seven Clouds Academy had devoted all their efforts to finding it, even rumors that the Divine Dragon Tripod could prolong one’s life circulated.
Such a temptation was irresistible to anyone.
"Look! Ceylon Mountain is making their move!"
No sooner had he spoken than two men suddenly appeared in front of Julius Reed’s motorcycle.
Screech!
The sound of brakes was heard, and Julius Reed stopped in place.
"Hello, comrade."
One of the men in uniform approached and saluted, "Sorry, you’re not allowed to ride a motorcycle on this road."
He then took out his ID, flashed it in front of Julius Reed, and quickly put it away.
The alley was without light, pitch-black, revealing hardly anything.
"I’m from the Transportation Bureau, and by regulation, we have to confiscate your motorcycle. Also, we need you to come with us."
Having said that, he waved his hand.
Another uniformed man behind him walked over directly and pulled out the car key.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
The man took out a document and a pen, and handed them to Julius Reed, "Please sign here."
"Forgive my frankness..."
Julius Reed stepped off the motorcycle, looking at the two men with a mocking smile, "You both reek of murderous intent, yet you try to appear civil and polite, which makes it all too easy to give yourselves away."
As he spoke, he stretched his body and yawned, "If you two were pretending to be robbers, I might have believed you. But pretending to be law enforcers, that’s not convincing."
From the moment the two men appeared, he sensed the murderous intent!
That kind of aura, the Shadow Warrior’s temperament.
Difficult to conceal.
After all, when one regularly deals in the business of murder and looting, it’s impossible to cover it up.
"Sorry, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Please cooperate with the investigation and sign here."
The man’s brows furrowed slightly, a glint of sharpness flickered at the corner of his eyes.
"Is that so? I’m curious how long you can keep up this act."
Julius Reed folded his arms, his face full of smiles as he watched the two men in front of him.
"Sign it!"
The man’s posture stiffened, bringing the pen and paper up to him.
When he was less than half a meter away from Julius Reed, the hand holding the pen suddenly flipped!
The tip of the pen, aimed straight at Julius Reed’s throat!
Whiz!
Almost in an instant, Julius Reed’s right hand shot out, and his elbow thrust forward!
The man was sent flying back four to five meters.
The ballpoint pen fell to the ground, and there was blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
That blow just now had broken three of his ribs.
It truly bloody hurt!
"Hiss!"
The man inhaled sharply, his chest in turmoil as if the river had been overturned.
Inside Ceylon Mountain, he was a skilled fighter and held the position of Left Protector.
Yet now, he had been beaten to this state upon first confrontation.
"Comrade, how could you resort to violence?"
Julius Reed raised an eyebrow, "You took my car key, asked me to sign, and hit me; you’re really domineering."
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Knowing his identity was already exposed, Doug Martinez clutched his chest and pointed at Julius Reed, "Hand over the Divine Dragon Tripod!"
"Is that so? Now, since I’ve injured you, what makes you think you have any leverage to negotiate with me?"
Julius Reed leaned against the motorcycle, sizing up the two men before him, "Tell me, where are you from?"
Without guessing, he knew that his return to the martial world must have spread.
Those from the martial community would want to seize the Divine Dragon Tripod from his hands.
But, the Divine Dragon Tripod was a hot potato.
And Julius Reed wanted it too.
When he founded the Seven Clouds Academy, it was to seek the lost Divine Dragon Tripod.
Now, ten years had gone by, and there was still no news.
"Ceylon Mountain, Doug Martinez!"
After Doug Martinez finished speaking, he snapped his fingers.
In an instant!
Dozens of laser beams targeted Julius Reed’s body.
"Now, do I have the credentials to negotiate with you?"
Doug Martinez, clutching his chest, slowly walked over.
His injury was severe, his complexion was already turning a tad dark.
"If you move, my men will turn you into a hornet’s nest."
Doug Martinez took out a cigarette from his chest pocket and slowly lit it up.
Hoping to use it to alleviate the pain in his body.
"Hiss!"
But even breathing made him feel the pain of his broken ribs.
"The Divine Dragon Tripod isn’t on me."
Julius Reed replied with a smile, showing no sign of panic.
As if he couldn’t see the dozens of hidden weapons aimed at him.
"Search him!"
Doug Martinez flicked the cigarette butt away and said coldly.
