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Chapter 967: Chapter 967 Trust
Julius Reed carried Shirley, who was covered in blood, like one would carry a chicken, from the courtyard into the house.
Thump!
Then, he casually threw her onto the ground.
"Step back."
With a wave of his hand, Quella Radcliffe and Bamboo Whitaker quickly lifted Nelson and returned to the bedroom.
Inside the living room of the small western-style house.
Only two people remained.
One sitting, one lying prone.
"Speak. Once I make a move, you won’t be able to bear it."
Julius Reed spoke indifferently.
"If the news that Mad Dragon isn’t dead gets out, I imagine you..."
Shirley, lying on the ground, sneered, "I’m afraid countless people will swarm here, wanting to take your head."
Mad Dragon!
The once martial world overlord.
Leader of the Seven Clouds Academy.
There were even rumors that Mad Dragon, holding the Divine Dragon Tripod, could prolong his life and achieve immortality.
Fame and fortune are ultimately fleeting.
You can’t bring them into life, and you can’t take them with you in death.
Even if you possess endless wealth, if you can’t spend it all, it’s as good as having none.
But almost everyone yearns for the pursuit of life.
They long for immortality.
Only then will those fortunes and fame have meaning.
If the news that Mad Dragon isn’t dead spreads, the entire martial world will swarm here!
They’ve had enough of being under the rule of Seven Clouds Academy for seven years!
They will certainly join hands, to kill Mad Dragon.
To ensure that the current power structure won’t be changed.
As for the Divine Dragon Tripod, it will surely cause a bloodbath.
"Sorry."
Julius Reed removed his golden dragon mask, "I didn’t hear the answer I wanted, and it made me somewhat unhappy."
Crack!
He stamped down with his foot!
The steel plate on the sole of his shoe crushed Shirley’s hand bones.
"Hss..."
Shirley inhaled sharply, her eyes bloodshot, but she didn’t make a sound.
She was a master of East Asian Ninjutsu!
Her mental fortitude far surpassed that of ordinary people.
At this moment, compared to the pain, Shirley felt more frustration.
She was frustrated!
She couldn’t believe she didn’t even have the chance to draw her sword!
"You might not have seen big scenes before."
Julius Reed stood up, picked up the Longsword of Aron Jackson, and sat back down on the sofa.
"Today, I’ll broaden your horizons."
Crack!
After speaking, he stabbed down with his sword!
"Ugh..."
Shirley groaned, her muscles tensing up.
Pain!
She was human.
To endure having an arm pierced without shouting was already the limit.
"I used to hear people say that fear comes from the eyes and ears."
Julius Reed squatted down, grabbed Shirley’s head, "Open your eyes and look."
After speaking, he slowly raised the sword, bit by bit, grinding against Shirley’s arm bones.
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
The Longsword sank in little by little.
Blood kept flowing out.
The sound of breaking bones came slowly.
Shirley fell apart.
Nothing is more painful than watching one’s body being torn apart bit by bit.
"I say..."
Compared to the physical torture, it was the agony of the soul she found harder to bear.
"Want to say it, then speak?"
Julius Reed shook his head and chopped off her right arm with his sword.
Then he turned around and began toying with the left arm, "Let me make something clear, it’s not about whether you want to speak or not, it’s about whether I want to listen."
"Shirley! My name is Shirley! My current title is the Chief of Deep Cold."
For the first time, Shirley felt broken. She looked vacantly ahead, murmuring, "Marshal from Thunderpeak Hall, Devlin sent a letter inviting me to collaborate on an assassination and robbery."
"Good!"
Julius Reed sheathed the Longsword and sat back in the sofa.
His brows furrowed slightly.
Malice!
The malice was a bit hard to control!
On the Dragon King Ring, the red light kept flickering.
There seemed to be a voice in his mind, constantly shouting.
Kill him! Kill him!
Julius Reed slowly closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath.
The voice gradually disappeared.
The Dragon King Ring dimmed.
"Give me something valuable."
He leaned back on the sofa, looking very tired, "Something that can touch my heart."
"Thunderpeak Hall seems to be planning a move in Gonzalez City... This is what I heard from Marshal," Shirley spoke.
Shirley’s body became weaker and weaker, and she used her last bit of strength to utter these words.
"Gonzalez City!"
Julius Reed’s eyes snapped open!
Gonzalez City!
All of it, they must go back to the beginning?
"Thunderpeak Hall, working with Deep Cold?"
He asked aloud.
"It’s Thunderpeak Hall’s Devlin, who brought a document to the Marshal..."
Shirley said weakly, "I only saw half of what’s in the document. Half of it is about you, the other half seems to be..."
"Seems to be what!"
Julius Reed was frantic!
The killing intent surged in his heart again.
The Dragon King Ring, like an indicator light, turned him into a killing machine whenever its red light blazed!
He couldn’t suppress it!
"Regarding you, it’s written in great detail. Four years ago, Devlin arranged for Aron Jackson..."
As she spoke, Shirley didn’t move again.
"Speak!"
Julius Reed trembled all over.
He stood up, grabbed Shirley, and demanded, "Speak! What exactly happened four years ago!"
But Shirley was already dead.
She bled too much, and she was intent on dying.
This East Asian Ninja Master, a towering figure in the martial arts world.
Fell in the capital.
Her body, unrecoverable!
"Gonzalez City, Devlin, Aron Jackson!"
Whoosh!
Julius Reed smashed the coffee table with a punch and paced relentlessly around the room.
"Gonzalez City... Gonzalez City!"
He roared, and in his eyes, there were indeed Wandering Dragons!
"Julius..."
Quella Radcliffe peeked her head out of the room and asked softly, "Are you okay..."
"Go back!"
Julius Reed shouted, clutching his head and squatting on the ground.
Gonzalez City!
Back then, why did he find himself in Gonzalez City!
And Aron Jackson, the one he trusted most...
"That letter! That letter!"
Julius Reed breathed heavily, recalling a conversation by the sea with Aron Jackson when Jay King came to Gonzalez City.
"Either the letter wasn’t written by me, or Aron Jackson lied."
During that discussion, Aron Jackson was adamant that he came to Gonzalez City alone to protect Julius Reed secretly, only because he received a letter from Julius.
And the letter was meant to be burned after reading.
Leaving no trace.
"There must be a problem!"
Julius Reed stood up, looking at Shirley’s body on the ground, his breathing gradually steadying.
"Either you lied to me before you died, or Aron Jackson lied."
Devlin!
A key person in Thunderpeak Hall!
The mastermind behind Gonzalez City.
The traitor from Seven Clouds Academy!
Who exactly is this man with such a complicated identity!
Why is there no memory of Devlin at all in his mind!
He hadn’t even heard this name, let alone remembered this person!
"I must get to the bottom of this!"
Julius Reed stumbled to the entrance of the mansion, waving his hand at the bodyguards, "Go in and clean it up."
"Yes!"
The bodyguards rushed in to clear the scene.
As for Julius Reed, he leaned against the wall alone, looking up at the sky.
The setting sun was blinding.
Did Isabella Warm have anything to do with Devlin back in the day?
He wasn’t sure.
Buzz!
Just then, Julius Reed’s phone started vibrating violently!
He didn’t want to answer.
But those who knew his number were all acquaintances.
"Huh!"
Taking a deep breath, Julius Reed took out his phone.
The next moment!
He jolted as though he had been electrocuted!
The caller.
Aron Jackson.
PS: Four Chapters today.
Indeed, four Chapters from midnight to 24 o’clock on the 1st.
Tomorrow’s updates will probably be in the afternoon or evening.
Definitely four Chapters before 24 o’clock.
Today, I went out and met with another author from the same website.
He bumped into me, and I didn’t dare to make a sound.
Because his fan value is higher than mine, he walks with an air of confidence.
Could you possibly make it so that next time I meet him, I can break his ribs?
Happy Labor Day.
I’ll be planting corn during the day tomorrow and will come back to write in the afternoon.
Thank you all for your support and companionship throughout this journey.
