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Chapter 937: Chapter 937: The Black Leocadia Family
"Who are you?"
The leading youth walked over impatiently, reaching out a hand, intending to push Julius Reed aside.
"I’d advise you to mind your own business. There are some people you can’t afford to offend!"
They were prominent in status, each one worth billions.
Now, under the orders of Jasmine Leocadia, they were here to punish Fletcher Martin and his daughter.
But to think that there were oblivious passersby daring to meddle?
"Scram!"
Even dressed in suits, at their core, they were still thugs.
Thuggery lived in their hearts and had nothing to do with appearance.
"You’re asking me who I am?"
Julius Reed grabbed the youth’s wrist and said indifferently, "My family name is Reed, first name Julius. People in the capital see me as a plague, avoiding me at all costs. Half an hour ago, these hands of mine personally sent Jasmine Leocadia to heaven!"
"What!"
The name Julius Reed was a death knell in the capital!
The youth’s face drastically changed.
His hand began to tremble.
At Brighton Lake, he slew the Grandmaster, killed Hades in the hall of Hades!
Double dragons rise from the water, a single finger breaking the law.
Overnight, the capital was filled with his legends.
But...
But hadn’t Jasmine Leocadia mentioned that after battling two masters, Julius Reed was burned out?
"Now you know who I am, what will you do? What can you do?"
Julius Reed looked at him coldly, slowly increasing the pressure on his grip.
"Ah..."
The youth’s face drastically changed, eyes intently staring at his own wrist!
Pain!
Heart-wrenching, lung-splitting pain!
"I am..."
"Who you are, what does it matter to me? If I decide to kill you, even if you were the gods themselves, I’d still slay you just the same!"
Watching the youth’s painful and fearful look, Julius Reed let out a slight chuckle: "Moreover, you are but an ant. Had you not crawled before me waving your arms, I wouldn’t even acknowledge your existence."
Crack!
The sound of breaking bone!
Julius Reed withdrew his hand.
Smiling.
The youth, kneeling on the ground, looked at his wrist in agony.
Looking at the stark white bone revealed.
Screaming helplessly.
"I won’t kill you today."
Julius Reed approached the youth, lifting his chin: "Fair words, yet you drink human blood."
Crack!
He gently exerted force, plucking out one of the youth’s teeth.
The second tooth, the third tooth...
Eventually.
Unable to bear the pressure, someone broke down screaming and turned to run!
Whiz!
Julius Reed flicked his finger!
A tooth shot out, piercing through the fleeing person’s knee.
No telling how much time passed.
He stood up, flipping his palm.
One by one, teeth fell to the ground, soaked in blood.
Just like the way the youth had been spitting out seeds earlier.
"Ugh..."
At his feet, the youth made a painful noise.
Tears covered his face.
Not sure if it was from pain or remorse.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
Life doesn’t offer do-overs, mistakes have their prices.
Julius Reed slowly raised a hand, taking a deep breath.
Then!
Clenching it tightly together!
Thud!
The next moment!
An immensely powerful aura came forth!
Directly forcing those youths to kneel on the ground!
Neat and orderly.
But everything didn’t stop there.
Julius Reed gently pressed his right hand down.
Crack!
The youths cried out in unbearable pain, their knees already crushed.
"Not a next time."
Julius Reed whispered, turning away with his hands clasped behind him.
Leaving only, the row of kneeling youths. 𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝒎
These men would never stand up for the rest of their lives.
Throughout, Julius Reed hadn’t spoken a single word to Harvey Martin.
There was also no exchange of glances.
Meaningless.
After all, he had been here.
From today onward, as long as he lived.
No one in the capital would dare touch the Martin Family.
This grace was already sufficient.
...
In front of the Leocadia family’s main gate!
Mourning banners fluttered, black cars gathered!
The entire courtyard was filled with a sorrowful atmosphere!
Jasmine Leocadia’s death was to be handled quietly by the Leocadia family.
The mourners were all Leocadia family members and some daughters who had married into other families.
A century-old noble family, a renowned door in the capital!
Even the later generations, there were hundreds in attendance!
With Delilah Leocadia losing contact, her elder son Violet Leocadia became acting Family Head.
But more unfortunate news thunderously spread within the family.
The pillar of the Leocadia family, Delilah Leocadia, might already be deceased.
The news was relayed by Elvin Leocadia, but the one who informed her was Horton Moore.
Over the phone, a sound of a hidden weapons box was heard.
Horton Moore couldn’t be contacted anymore.
In such critical times, the Leocadia family remained inactive.
Waiting quietly for news.
"Boss, we can’t wait any longer!"
Hazel Leocadia approached Violet Leocadia, shouting angrily: "Father’s fate is uncertain, I’m going to the villa! Horton Moore has heinous intentions, sister said there was a sound of a hidden weapons box over the phone!"
Waiting was the most agonizing.
The prestigious Leocadia family, yet unable to locate the Family Head in the capital?
"Just wait a little longer!"
Violet Leocadia’s eyes reddened, leaning against the wall.
The old sending off the young.
His proudest son, dead.
Died on a mountain road, no traces left behind.
This news was like a thunderclap, turning Violet Leocadia’s temples white in a moment.
Seemingly aged ten years within an hour.
"Jasmine’s death won’t be that simple!"
Hazel Leocadia took a deep breath, clenching his fists tightly.
"I know."
Violet Leocadia nodded, supporting his head with his hand, utterly exhausted.
His wife had already fainted from crying three times.
"In just one week, the capital! How many funerals have been held?"
He let out a bitter laugh: "The Lee Family, the Lopez Family, the Huntington family. Now, it’s our turn, the Leocadia family."
"Boss, what you mean is..."
Hazel Leocadia frowned deeply.
Could it be...
"Correct! I’ve already sent someone to investigate, and the driver was tragically killed one kilometer from the scene."
Violet Leocadia raised her head and looked at her younger brother, "An accident? Did the driver fly out by himself? And there was a helmet at the scene, Mateos Cook was also beaten to death alive!"
"This..."
Hazel Leocadia stood frozen in place.
Although everyone was guessing, whether it was the doing of that young man.
But once it was confirmed, they were still shocked.
"My son will not die in vain."
Whoosh!
Violet Leocadia punched the wall!
In her eyes was a thick hatred.
"Boss, Horton Moore is here!"
Just then.
A clan member ran over quickly, gasping for breath, "He said..."
His expression was panicked, clearly frightened.
"Speak!"
Violet Leocadia shouted coldly, "What can’t you say! I just lost my son, what could be worse than that!"
She was like a furious wild beast.
"Horton Moore said, the old man is dead, and his body is in the car..."
The clan member said in terror.
"What did you say!"
Violet Leocadia grabbed his collar, "Say it again!"
Within a single day.
Two deaths?
Why has the Leocadia Family suffered such tragedy!
"Boss, look at the entrance!"
Hazel Leocadia pointed at the front gate.
"Horton Moore!"
Violet Leocadia lifted her head, squinting her eyes.
At the entrance.
Horton Moore, dressed in a white suit, walked with his head held high.
On the suit, bloodstains had already dried.
Dark red patches.
Behind him, a group of bodyguards carried a stretcher.
On the stretcher, Delilah Leocadia lay.
"Let’s go!"
Violet Leocadia shouted loudly, leading the Leocadia family members to quickly meet them.
With every step, her heart panicked to an extreme!
"The old man heard of his beloved grandson’s misfortune, suffered a sudden heart attack, and has left this world."
Horton Moore looked at Violet Leocadia with a smile and waved lightly.
The stretcher was set down.
On it.
Delilah Leocadia’s eyes were tightly closed, with a blood hole on his chest.
A horrific sight!
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PS: The updates are slow.
Really slow.
I’m aware.
Let’s just talk casually.
This book, as my first book, I never expected it to be so well received.
Every day, trembling, I try all means to please the readers.
Originally, this was planned to be a plain text book.
But some called me sick in the head, others called me a pervert.
Even said that this is the first time they’ve read a novel where the male and female characters didn’t end up together.
I’m scared, frightened.
I’m a newcomer, I have no experience, I still want to please you.
I’m afraid of losing you.
I compromised.
But I didn’t want the male and female leads to get together so abruptly.
But people cursed, so I brought out the secondary female to buffer it.
The most beautiful things always need to be carefully crafted.
Once I finished, I regretted it.
But it was already written.
From that moment on, I’ve been anxious, panicking, blaming myself, unable to sleep well.
I want to please you, but when I read the comments, I see a huge loss of readers.
They are disappointed, they think the male lead cheated, they can’t accept it.
I feel the same.
But what can I do?
That Chapter changed my plot, altered the subsequent events.
Why is it that what used to be seven Chapters a day is now hard to even write four?
My heart is no longer calm.
I try to please everyone, I read every single comment.
I’m not afraid of those who criticize me or hurl insults, just afraid of you calmly telling me.
I’m sorry, the author disappointed me, goodbye.
Every such comment is enough to shatter my morale.
For a month, I’ve been under tremendous pressure, anxious, worried!
I sleep around three or four o’clock, my heart aches, I suffer from insomnia, I even began losing hair.
I worry that what I write will lead you to abandon me.
I even...
Started to feel depressed.
Actually, I miss the old days, seven Chapters a day, full of typos.
The days interacting with you in the comment section.
But the me who betrayed the initial innocence is like soiled hands.
Touching the keyboard, filled with sin...
Once you do it the first time, there will be a second time.
I gave in under pressure, promoted Nangong.
Then saw someone say the protagonist has it too easy, they’re about to abandon the book.
So, the protagonist gets hurt.
Then I saw, someone said the protagonist was humiliated.
I fell into anxiety, a vicious cycle.
The updates became later and later, the word count less and less.
For a month, I haven’t had a peaceful sleep.
Not a single day, where I slept more than five hours.
I became nervous, irritable.
The vicious cycle worsened.
It’s time to let everything go.
Sometimes, deliberately trying to please turns out to be counterproductive.
This is one last whining, I won’t talk about this negative energy anymore.
Thanks to the readers who have accompanied me for over nine hundred Chapters.
I will try to relieve the pressure soon and get out of this predicament.
To discuss the points of focus, I won’t mention them again after this.
First, regarding Chapters.
The grand scheme has just begun.
The total number of Chapters will definitely exceed two thousand.
But I assure you, no watering down, no writing nonsense.
Maintaining the excitement.
Second, no harem.
Even including the pushed Nangong, it won’t exceed three.
Third, cultivation? I think it won’t happen within two thousand Chapters.
If it’s urban literature, if it has to involve cultivation, wouldn’t I be better off writing fantasy?
But the protagonist is a Dragon King, immortal.
Isn’t martial arts also about cultivating qi?
Fourth, good night.
We agreed I wouldn’t be a bootlicker, but I still have to say good night at the end.
Ha, men.
