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Chapter 949: Chapter 949: Betraying the Master
"Hurry up and be neat about it! The Leocadia Family has already succeeded, once we finish this job, head straight for the airport!"
Bull King licked his lips and waved his hand at those behind him.
"The boss has already bought the plane tickets, he’s just waiting for us to return!"
They never feared making a scene when carrying out a job.
Only responsible for killing,
as for the aftermath, that was the employer’s concern.
"Quick!"
A team of people rushed into the Carmichael family compound, heading straight for the western-style building.
Before coming, they had already gathered all the necessary information.
Julius Reed’s wives lived here.
"Once inside, shoot to kill! Get it done and leave, no dawdling."
Bull King ordered aloud.
The Carmichael family was ultimately a prestigious household; they dared not be too reckless.
"Yes!"
Whoosh!
A group of people broke through the door.
"What do you want?"
Bamboo Whitaker was sitting on the sofa eating fruit when she saw the group burst through the door.
She was instantly stunned.
Clatter!
The fruit in her hand dropped to the ground.
"We’re here to kill you."
Nelson walked slowly from the kitchen, holding a plate of fruit in her hands.
"Damn! She’s really a beauty!"
The bodyguards almost drooled.
Beautiful!
Sexy.
Wearing black stockings with twin ponytails.
Julius Reed, you fortunate man!
They were envious!
Envious enough to itch in their gums!
The flooded are drowned, the parched get burned!
Today, they were set to disrupt Julius Reed’s backyard.
"Enough talk! Get moving!"
Bull King frowned slightly and directly lifted the dark box.
Darts shot out in an instant.
Swish!
Just then.
A flash of cold light!
Bull King only felt a blur before his eyes, a coolness at his throat.
His breathing grew more and more difficult.
Clang!
Nelson sheathed her sword.
She sat down beside Bamboo Whitaker and picked up a durian.
"Honestly, I don’t hate them."
She spoke indifferently.
"Ah..."
Bamboo Whitaker wiped the blood off her face and responded numbly.
"After all, these men acted openly. But I killed them just the same."
A smile appeared on Nelson’s face, "But what I hate most is those who stab from behind. So I always hit much harder on them than I do on these men."
Crack!
She used both hands to forcefully crush the durian.
"Have a bite, my dear sister."
"No... Thank you, sister Nelson..."
It was chilly indoors in early spring.
But Bamboo Whitaker’s head was drenched in sweat.
"Miss Nelson!"
Just then, Beckett Carmichael burst in, panting, leading Eli Yarrow and employees.
His heart was in total turmoil.
If something happened to the people here, his death wouldn’t even suffice.
Fortunately.
Nelson was eating durian.
The ground was covered in blood.
"It’s fine, take them out," Nelson said lightly.
Thump!
The Shadow Warriors all fell to the ground.
At their necks, a striking wound.
"Quick!"
Beckett Carmichael paused, then waved his hand hurriedly, "Anyone who disturbs Miss Nelson’s leisure, this will be your fate!"
The others rushed forwards and dragged the bodies away.
"Miss Bamboo, are you alright?"
Seeing Bamboo Whitaker staring blankly ahead, Beckett Carmichael asked with concern, "Are you scared?"
Bamboo Whitaker’s lips quivered, and she burst into tears.
"Scared, but fine."
Nelson spoke nonchalantly.
"Ah... then I won’t disturb you any longer..."
Beckett Carmichael turned away, exhaling a long breath of relief.
Thank heavens, Mr. Reed’s woman really is fierce!
The one who could make the Dragon King suffer was extraordinary.
...
While the capital was shaken.
In Nathaniel City, the Martial Arts Association also suffered a heavy blow!
Their branch set up in the capital was directly hit at its core!
Alexander Grey died a gruesome death, and the walls of the main compound completely collapsed!
"Since the battle at Brighton Lake, our Martial Arts Association has lost all face! Gentlemen, what do you have to say?"
Whoosh!
Jerry Anderson slammed a piece of paper onto the table, bristling with killing intent.
Within the meeting room, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.
"What else can you say? A bunch of trash!"
Jerry Anderson stood up, pointed at everyone in the meeting room, and roared furiously, "Martial arts orthodoxy? Bullshit! The vice-president was publicly assassinated, and now my Divine Dragon Tripod headquarters has been messed with! Tell me, what kind of bullshit martial arts orthodoxy is this!"
Following Charmy Kims’s death in battle, the dropout rate at various martial arts association branches reached an all-time high.
The financial losses were huge!
More importantly, what was once a sacred and invincible place in the hearts of martial artists had collapsed!
In the world of martial arts, they’d become a laughing stock!
As the president, Jerry Anderson had lost all face.
"President, we’ve searched high and low but simply can’t find out who Nelson is, much less her fiancé."
A director said helplessly, "She came out of nowhere. Who could have expected it? A single hidden weapons box killed Alexander Grey; she must not be a nobody."
"Right! It’s very likely that this person is famous, but Nelson is a nobody."
Someone agreed, "President, think again, have you ever offended any woman?"
"A woman?"
Jerry Anderson furrowed his brows slightly, "The day before Charmy Kims’s decisive battle with Julius Reed, I did have a fight with a woman on the outskirts of the park. But she was very young and had an odd style, and I don’t know her name."
"It could be her!"
The director said, "Otherwise, how would the news have spread immediately after the fight?"
"Find out!"
Jerry Anderson paced back and forth in the meeting room, his brows tightly knit together.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow is the agreed day."
He showed rare nervousness, "Strengthen the security. Tonight, I’ll make a trip to my master’s place to see who this Nelson really is."
"Understood!"
Everyone nodded in response.
"Dismiss the meeting!"
Jerry Anderson waved his hand and irritably sat down in the chair.
"Nelson, could she really be that woman? But her fiancé, who could he be?"
...
In the far west of China, there is a high mountain.
Its name, Boulevard.
The Boulevard mountain range stretches for thousands of miles, shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.
Hidden within this great mountain are countless secrets and little-known organizations.
On the north side of the mountain, inside a main peak.
Nathanael Warm knelt on the ground, looking at the liquid crystal display in front of him.
The screen showed the scene where Julius Reed killed Charmy Kims.
"He’s strong, like someone I used to know."
An elder spoke.
"I’m not weak either."
Nathanael Warm revealed a smug smile.
But his eyes were blood red!
A head of red hair fell across his face.
The Longsword in his hand was also blood red.
"You have an exceptional gift, and now you have even turned to the Demon Way; in this world, few can match you!"
The elder nodded in satisfaction, "If you had listened to me back then, you might have already become the senior disciple. Why reduce yourself to this plight?"
"Back then, I was trapped by emotions."
Nathanael Warm still maintained his kneeling posture, his tone extremely cold.
"It’s not too late! From now on, you will be the strongest sword under my tutelage!"
The elder spoke proudly.
Nathanael Warm, now a sword demon, was far more powerful than before.
But a sword demon, devoid of emotions, is naturally indifferent.
Merely killing machines!
Their minds, already controlled by the Demon Way, think only of killing.
"Under your tutelage?"
Nathanael Warm slowly lifted his head, his back to the elder, "Would a sword demon take orders from others?"
"What do you mean?"
The elder’s brows wrinkled slightly as he placed his right hand on the Longsword at his waist.
"A sword demon, doesn’t like to be restricted!"
Whoosh!
Nathanael Warm suddenly turned around, drawing the Longsword from his right hand like lightning!
Clang!
With one strike, he repelled the elder.
"A demon, should be invincible!"
Clang! Clang!
His swordplay was incredibly fast, leaving no afterimages in the air!
One could only see streaks of blood light.
"Today, I, your disciple, shall consecrate my shadow-born demon sword with my master’s blood!"
Clang!
Nathanael Warm struck down with his sword, breaking the weapon in the elder’s hand!
"Nathanael Warm, I am your master..."
Splurt!
Before he could finish.
A red line appeared on his neck.
"A sword saint does not kill their master, but a sword demon, should betray their ancestors."
Thump!
Watching the elder’s body fall, Nathanael Warm slowly raised the demon sword in his hand.
"Whoosh!"
With a light blow,
Beads of blood slid off, falling to the ground.
pS: I’ve thought of a good excuse for the late update.
It’s cold in the northeast, with low temperatures, freezing my hands.
Once the sun comes up tomorrow, I’ll write two more Chapters in the morning.
Also, please insult me with sense.
Every author who delays an update is a fallen angel.
As for the man in black who gave the protagonist a ring, don’t rush!
He’s a big shot, and the truth about Isabella Warm’s background is about to be revealed.
My mind has been a bit chaotic lately, thinking over the upcoming plot.
There are too many secrets in the Divine Dragon Tripod, relating to Isabella Warm.
Alright, feel free to make any suggestions.
Not that I will listen anyway...
But if there’s a good one, I will silently make a note of it.
Pretend it was my own.
