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Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Black People Carry the Coffin
"Who’s there! Skulking around like a ghost!"
The leader of the Green Faction stepped forward, a hidden weapon box in his hand.
He tried to aim, but he couldn’t see clearly at all.
Only three indistinct figures were constantly moving in front of the bright light.
The light was too dazzling!
It made people’s eyes hurt!
"I’ve already told you, your guide to the netherworld, Templeton Lena."
One of the figures slowly raised the hidden weapon box in his hand and pulled the trigger.
Whoosh!
A hidden weapon box.
The men beside the leader of the Green Faction fell to the ground.
The dart hit right between the eyebrows.
"You were just fine outside, why come here seeking death?"
Crash!
The sound of another hidden weapon box trigger being pulled was heard.
Whoosh!
The box snapped.
Another man fell into a pool of blood.
"Attack!"
In this situation, they were the fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of the butcher’s knife!
They weren’t willing to give up; they wanted to fight to the death!
Thud thud thud...
The sound of the hidden weapon boxes firing, the casings hitting the ground echoed.
It was continuous.
Quentin Leopold also raised his hand and fired several hidden weapon boxes towards the figures.
Another wave of darts was released.
Everyone’s breathing became incredibly rapid.
Because in front of them,
The three figures still stood in their original spot.
They weren’t affected in the slightest.
Crash!
The sound of the third hidden weapon box trigger being pulled,
was heard again.
Some had already mentally collapsed.
They couldn’t bear this kind of pressure!
The pressure of death!
"Charge!"
The leader of the Eastern Isle held a hidden weapon box, completely disregarding his shoulder wound, and furiously rushed forward.
But at that moment,
The sound of music started playing.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
Staring in amazement.
They saw a group of people walking out from under the big spotlight, as bright as the sun!
Accompanied by the music, this group of people walked and hopped, carrying something on their shoulders.
And Templeton Lena, holding the hidden weapon box, stepped back,
clearing a path for this group.
"One, two... seven!"
Quentin Leopold shielded his eyes from the light, and through the gaps between his fingers, he saw clearly seven people carrying something resembling a box.
Walking and hopping.
Combined with the music, on the silent desert highway, it seemed especially terrifying!
"I’ll lead the charge!"
The leader of the Eastern Isle could no longer hold back.
"Don’t be impulsive! Let’s wait and see what happens."
Quentin Leopold reached out to stop him: "The enemy is in the dark while we are in the open. Do you still want to attack separately at a time like this?"
"But..."
The leader of the Eastern Isle, his face pale, stomped his foot unwillingly: "Are we just going to wait for death?"
"First, let’s see what trick they are playing."
Quentin Leopold’s eyes were in pain.
The light was too bright!
The seven people drew closer and closer...
When they were less than ten meters away, someone already had the mouth of the hidden weapon box raised, ready to strike.
But Quentin Leopold was very curious about what the seven people were carrying on their shoulders.
But at that moment, the seven people stopped their steps, and forcefully threw the box they were carrying on their shoulders!
"Retreat!"
Quentin Leopold shouted, leading his men to quickly fall back.
Boom!
A loud explosion followed.
Dust filled the sky.
Under the bright light, every grain of sand seemed magnified.
"Whew!"
Quentin Leopold covered his mouth and nose with his clothes, trying to see what was in front of him.
"What in the devil is that thing!"
The leader of the Eastern Isle walked over angrily, shielding his eyes with a hand, looking closely.
Then!
His eyes widened in shock!
"What is that?"
Quentin Leopold asked from ten meters away.
"A coffin!"
The leader of East Coming Island’s complexion changed drastically!
It was indeed a big red coffin!
On each side of the coffin, three black men were drawn, and in front, there was still one black man!
"Friends come from afar, bringing a coffin for you to settle in."
Whoosh!
The dart broke through the air!
Clang!
Just as the leader of East Coming Island thought he was going to be shot, he found the dart hitting the coffin.
"Haha! Heaven doesn’t want me dead!"
He rolled forward to take cover in front of the coffin and laughed aloud, "Guys, give me..."
But before he could finish the sentence, he suddenly fell silent.
The big red coffin was directly blown to pieces, with wood chips scattering everywhere.
And those close to the coffin were directly buried in the sea of fire.
Even Quentin Leopold, who took shelter ten meters away with men in front of him,
was blown away, spitting out blood.
As for the leader of East Coming Island, he was reduced to ashes.
Swipe!
The lights dimmed.
Dimmed to the point where everyone could now clearly see the few people in the distance.
"You choose not to walk the path to heaven but break into the doorless hell?"
Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind him, slowly approaching them.
"Who are you exactly!"
On the ground, Quentin Leopold asked desperately as he spat blood.
They were members of an assassination organization, no less!
Even the likes of Crane Roaring Mountain were nearly recruited by Deep Cold’s organization at one point.
But such combat power, it couldn’t withstand this battle at all!
One-sided.
Massacre.
"Who are you looking for?"
Julius Reed asked indifferently.
"Are you... Mad Dragon?"
Desperation in Quentin Leopold’s eyes.
She hadn’t lived through that era.
She had only heard from her father that Mad Dragon was a legend back in the day.
But by now, new prodigies had risen.
It seemed like they had forgotten Mad Dragon, a legend too old for their generation.
"Correct!"
Julius Reed nodded, standing in front of Quentin Leopold, "I thought someone formidable was coming. Had I known it would be you lot, a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, why would I have bothered to come in person?"
Disappointment.
Such disappointment.
He had received a message thinking this group was formidable.
To avoid unnecessary losses, he brought Templeton Lena and Venassa Pine in person.
But as it turned out now,
they were not up to the first punch.
Just as he was about to make his move, his phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the number on the screen, Julius Reed slightly furrowed his brows.
"What is it?"
"Sovereign, I’ve found some information."
Over the phone, came the voice of Cold Nelson.
Deep, yet sonorous.
"Speak!"
Julius Reed said softly, while gesturing with his hand for Venassa Pine and Templeton Lena to pick up the dart box on the ground.
They planned to nip the problem in the bud.
"Before your incident, cracks had already appeared within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance! Of your four personal maids, three began isolating Isabella Warm a half year ago! It was then that many traitors we’ve identified started getting cozy with Isabella Warm!"
At the end of his words, Cold Nelson’s voice trembled slightly.
This was core intelligence!
He had failed his duty, only realizing today that the Sovereign’s house was on fire behind his back.
"You should have noticed this earlier."
Julius Reed took a deep breath and did not sound blaming, "Continue the investigation. Are the other three still on Demarco Mount?"
The Sovereign’s maids were not allowed to leave Demarco Mount.
That was the rule!
A rule set by the Dragon King himself!
"As for the matter of Isabella Warm, it must be thoroughly investigated! You know how I feel about her..."
"Rest assured, Sovereign!"
Cold Nelson affirmed decisively, "I will definitely get to the bottom of this! Currently, Demarco Mount is under tight security, I can’t return for the time being."
"Good!"
Julius Reed hung up the phone, feeling conflicted.
"Clean this up."
He coldly surveyed the Shadow Warriors before him and turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Quentin Leopold cried out in panic, "Isabella Warm, is she a woman? With a beauty mark on her face!"
"What did you say!"
Julius Reed spun around, flames in his eyes.
