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Chapter 980: Chapter 980 Noam Martin’s Memories
Gonzalez City.
8:30 PM.
At Burl Radcliffe’s home.
Julius Reed was sitting on the sofa, a box of hidden weapons on the table.
Inside the box were darts.
In front of him, Noam Martin was kneeling, straight as a pole.
Quaking in fear.
The floor was already soaked with blood, the dripping sounds unceasing.
The air felt somewhat congealed.
The box of hidden weapons was less than twenty centimeters away from Noam Martin.
But he dared not reach out, dared not take it.
"Ten days ago..."
Noam Martin’s throat moved, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Ten days ago, someone came to me, promising the wealth and honor I desired. Judging by his attire, I thought he was the boss, so I didn’t think too much of it."
"The meeting place was a coffee shop under my control. That person... his first question was whether I wanted to be the boss of Gonzalez City."
At this point, he clenched his fists tightly, his voice growing fainter and fainter.
It was unclear whether it was from regret or the pain of his wounds.
"I didn’t want to betray Aron Jackson, so I slammed the table, ready to capture him and present him to the boss."
Noam Martin continued, pained, "But the man was powerful, and in just a confrontation, he took out all four of my men, then pointed the hidden weapons box at my head. You know, the whole cafe, what we thought were customers, were all his men. I had no choice... none at all... "
Bowing his head, the memory of the scene still terrified him.
"Continue." Julius Reed walked to the fridge, grabbing two cans of Coke.
He drank one himself, and after opening the other, he pushed it toward Noam Martin.
"Thank you..."
Trembling, Noam Martin picked up the Coke and took a hefty gulp.
The intense sting reached his throat, offering him slight relief from the pain.
"Afterward, he gave me two choices. Either I die, or I take Aron Jackson’s place and fill his shoes."
With that, he pointed to the mask that had been torn off, "When I saw the mask, when I remembered having my finger chopped off by Aron Jackson, I had already made my choice... Why should Aron Jackson be the boss when I can sit in his place and do an even better job than he did!"
Noam Martin’s emotions started to flare up, his throat moved, and he gave a self-deprecating laugh, "So, I started to pay close attention to every move Aron Jackson made, and I planned everything. Sure enough, when I requested to return to my hometown, he personally set a feast! That was an opportunity... the best one! I was the boss for a week, and nobody noticed... not a single person... "
"Where’s Aron Jackson? And who’s the person that found you?"
Julius Reed said coldly, "I hope you realize one thing. Anyone who opposes me, including your mastermind, has to die."
"I don’t know the identity of that person. Even now, we communicate only by phone. He instructed me to stabilize you and to try every means to find out information about the Divine Dragon Tripod. If that failed, then take Quella Radcliffe hostage and threaten her with her."
Noam Martin raised his head, a cold smile on his lips, "As for Aron Jackson, he’s dead. I killed him myself. Haha..."
He burst into laughter unexpectedly, his face twisting with malice, "I personally sent him on his way! Back then, when he cut off my finger, did you think I would let him live after I gained power?"
"What about Burl Radcliffe?"
Julius Reed was unflustered.
"How did you know..."
"I just know."
Julius Reed cut him off, "I know you want to die more than anything, but that’s impossible. You will only die when I say you can."
Silence.
Half a minute later.
Noam Martin lifted his head, "Burl Radcliffe, he’s one of them. If something happens to me, Quella Radcliffe will die. As for the real Burl Radcliffe, he’s in the closet."
He pointed to another wardrobe inside the bedroom, "Knox Ridge took the money and was very cooperative. But that old man, he’d rather die than deceive his daughter."
Hearing this, Julius Reed’s brows knit slightly.
Indeed, the most dangerous place is often the safest.
He strode to the wardrobe and yanked it open!
There—
Burl Radcliffe’s mouth was taped, and his limbs were tied.
His eyes bulged, peering out from the wardrobe at him.
"If I had hidden in this wardrobe earlier, I might have discovered it by now."
Julius Reed crouched down and tore off the tape from Burl Radcliffe’s mouth.
"Julius Reed! Go save Quella Radcliffe! I beg of you, I’m begging you..."
That was Burl Radcliffe’s first sentence.
"We can’t stay here for long, I’ve arranged for someone to escort you out. As for Quella Radcliffe..."
Julius Reed tore the ropes off Burl Radcliffe’s body, "That’s my wife."
"Please..."
Thud!
Burl Radcliffe knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, "She’s my only daughter, please save her!"
That’s what a father’s love is like, isn’t it?
"Don’t worry."
Julius Reed took out his phone and called Cosmo, "Apprentice, your martial mother has been taken hostage at the medical center. When I was coming back, I overheard people speculating whether the martial world’s empress was dead or not. Why is there no sign of anything amiss?"
"You said it."
From the other end of the phone, Cosmo’s resentful voice came through, "Wait."
"Thank you."
Julius Reed hung up the phone and directly helped Burl Radcliffe to his feet, "Stay here for now, I’ll take you with me when I leave."
After he spoke, he turned and walked into the living room.
He closed the door to the bedroom.
"I’ll ask you one last time, do you know the identity of that group of people?"
Julius Reed picked up the box of hidden weapons, his patience nearly exhausted.
"I’ve only heard them mention... The North Sea..."
Noam Martin looked up, with a smirk, "Aron Jackson is your brother after all. He dies, and all you care about is your own wife."
"Is that so?"
Julius Reed slowly lifted the lid of the hidden weapons box, "Aron Jackson can’t possibly be dead. If he was dead, how could you continue to play along? I know you want to kill him, but the people behind you won’t allow it. Moreover, knowing you’re doomed, you want to take Aron Jackson down with you before you die!"
Whoosh!
The hidden weapons box made a sound.
Noam Martin fell straight to the ground.
His eyes wide open.
Blood kept flowing out from the center of his forehead.
"The North Sea."
Julius Reed picked up the coke from the table and took big gulps. n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖
Crunch!
After crushing the bottle, he paced around the room relentlessly.
"The North Sea... how interesting."
Gonzalez City is big if you say it’s big.
It’s small if you say it’s small.
"Where could it be!"
Julius Reed tapped his temple lightly with his fingers, continuously pondering.
It needed to be safe and concealed, yet undiscovered.
But Gonzalez City is Aron Jackson’s territory!
"You... you..."
Just then, Burl Radcliffe pushed open the door and stood frozen, staring at the stone-dead Noam Martin on the floor.
"Right! The Bronze Sparrow Platform!"
A smile spread across Julius Reed’s face.
What could possibly be safer than The Bronze Sparrow Platform?
That was Aron Jackson’s stronghold, with no one but Noam Martin able to enter.
And it was right under his nose.
Burl Radcliffe was hidden in his own home, it was just as likely Aron Jackson could be hidden within his own stronghold!
The most dangerous place is often the safest!
"Fake."
Julius Reed walked over and supported Burl Radcliffe, "I was just playing a game with him. Now, I’ll take you to a safe place, then you wait for Quella Radcliffe and me to come back, understand?"
"Understood!"
Burl Radcliffe nodded vigorously!
Julius Reed took a deep breath, picked up the mask from the couch, and led Burl Radcliffe away.
