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Chapter 985: 985 Chapter Why can I be your big brother?
"Idiot!"
Hiss!
Julius Reed quickly tore off the tape from Aron Jackson’s mouth and started to untie the ropes.
"Noam Martin, you could try killing me? If I die, you will become the real Aron Jackson."
Aron Jackson, ungrateful, suddenly lunged forward with his head.
Whoosh!
Julius Reed instinctively dodged to the side, his right hand landing on Aron Jackson’s head.
"Hiss!"
Aron Jackson felt a dizziness in his head and almost passed out.
"Noam Martin, I didn’t see that coming. Haven’t seen you for a few days, and your skills have improved?"
Clenching his teeth, he cursed bitterly, "Traitor, you will not die a good death."
It was only then that Julius Reed realized.
He was still wearing the Aron Jackson mask, surely mistaken for Noam Martin.
"Aron Jackson, help me kill Julius Reed, and I will give you endless glory and riches. Tell me, how much money will it take for you to do it."
Julius Reed sat in front of him, smiling as he asked, "Or rather, what do you want?"
The mask was very sophisticated, not only looking identical to the person but even capable of mimicking the voice.
Any person who wore it, regardless of who, could sound exactly the same by speaking through the special rubber inside it.
Even a woman would sound like a pure man.
Of course, such masks were expensive to produce and only a special organization within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance could make them.
Burl Radcliffe, along with Aron Jackson, getting two masks from Noam Martin’s behind-the-scenes master was already the limit.
You should know that the mask maker, Night Fairy, was not easy to please.
Initially, behind Ivan Reed, Grace River had used her connections to barely procure a few masks from Night Fairy.
Nowadays, the remnants of The North Sea behind Noam Martin simply did not have this capability.
Night Fairy was enigmatic, a thousand faces for a thousand people.
No one ever knew whether they were male or female.
Nor had anyone seen their true face.
Julius Reed had only heard that there was such a formidable person under the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, but had never been able to meet them.
Perhaps they had met.
But that might not have been Night Fairy’s true face.
It was not until Julius Reed personally put on the mask that he understood its intricacies.
"Noam Martin, we are brothers, and you know my temperament well. You want me to betray Brother Davenport, that’s impossible. Also, let me advise you. There’s no end to misery; turn back to the shore. If my boss finds out about this, he’ll truly kill your entire family!"
Aron Jackson snorted lightly, anger in his eyes, "Do you really think you can deceive everyone?"
"Otherwise?"
Julius Reed asked with interest, "Are you so sure that your boss won’t be killed by us?"
"Ha, with you guys? I’m not bragging, but there is no one in the world who can surpass Brother Davenport in capabilities! Except when it comes to women, nothing is impossible for him," Aron Jackson said calmly as he looked at the person in front of him, who looked exactly like himself, "I advise you, turn back to the shore. I have personally witnessed those who opposed Brother Davenport dying miserably."
But Julius Reed clearly didn’t focus on the latter part, raising his eyebrow and asking, "Women? Julius Reed is suave and debonair, why would he be inferior to you in regards to women?"
"Ha, my boss hasn’t even been to his own wife’s bed. Noam Martin, did you fucking understand what I said. I’m giving you one last chance, the final chance, to surrender now."
After speaking, Aron Jackson suddenly pulled out a concealed weapon box from behind and pressed it against Julius Reed’s head.
The cold mouth of the concealed weapon box felt slightly cool.
"You had already untied the ropes?"
Julius Reed spoke out.
"Right. Noam Martin, do you really think I could be your boss just because I got here early?"
Aron Jackson sneered coldly, "With your ability, you still fucking think you can compete with me?"
After speaking, he disengaged the safety, his voice sounding unusually cold.
"Last chance. Speak, who sent you here!"
"I’m very curious, how did you untie the ropes?"
Julius Reed pointed at the rope behind Aron Jackson that had already been severed, "It was tied very securely."
"That’s why I can be your boss!"
Aron Jackson sneered.
Rustle!
The room door was opened.
Below came a series of noisy footsteps.
"Don’t move!"
Then came the sound of the concealed weapon box being cocked.
"Boss, the two men downstairs are completely under control!"
"Very good!"
Aron Jackson smiled triumphantly, pointing below, "Today I’ll teach you a lesson, to understand why I can be your boss."
"Really?"
Julius Reed cracked a faint smile and suddenly snatched the hidden weapon box.
Whoosh!
The hidden weapon box made a noise.
The dart flew past Julius Reed’s ear and struck the roof.
The next moment.
The mouth of the hidden weapon box aimed at Aron Jackson.
And the trigger was pinched in Julius Reed’s hand.
"Today I’ll teach you a lesson too, so you understand why I can be your boss," he said.
Shhh.
Julius Reed abruptly tore off his mask.
"Boss..."
Aron Jackson was startled at first, then his face filled with caution, "Not bad, even daring to impersonate my boss! Listen up, everyone, open fire, I’m going down with this bastard!"
He absolutely couldn’t allow someone impersonating Julius Reed to appear!
Even if it meant dying together!
"Impersonate your head!" 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
Slap!
Julius Reed slapped him across the face.
"The letter?"
"Burned it."
"That night by the river, we talked about it," he replied.
After Julius Reed finished, Aron Jackson burst out laughing.
"Boss, I’ve missed you SO much!"
The two hugged each other.
Aron Jackson’s eyes reddened, almost bursting into tears.
"You said I lack something in a few areas?"
Julius Reed’s words scared him into retreating sharply backwards.
"Heh heh..."
"Heh your head!"
Whoosh!
Julius Reed kicked out, sending Aron Jackson tumbling awkwardly from the roof.
He grimaced in pain.
"Get down."
Thump.
Julius Reed leaped into action, waving his hand toward those people, "Without my command, no one is allowed in."
"Withdraw!"
With a wave of Aron Jackson’s hand, those people quickly departed.
Terry Moore and Karen seemed a bit baffled on the side.
What was that performance about?
"Talk."
Julius Reed sat in the boss’s chair, still somewhat clear in his mind but also considerably puzzled.
"After you left, I’ve been guarding against this move," Aron Jackson said, his teeth gnashing from pain as he stood up from the floor, casually pulling open a drawer on the table.
He took out a pack of cigarettes.
"That bastard Noam Martin, even smoking my cigarettes..." he said, pausing mid-sentence, "Noam Martin... did you kill him?"
"Took him out," Julius Reed nodded in confirmation.
Where would he get the mask if he hadn’t killed Noam Martin?
"That bastard, I really didn’t expect it," Aron Jackson said, taking out a lighter and lighting the cigarette in his mouth, his gaze suddenly resting on a book on the table.
"The Door-to-Door Son-in-Law? I used to read this too, not bad, but the author writes too slowly, always making excuses. One day I’ll have him captured, and if he doesn’t write seven Chapters a day, we’ll hang him up and beat him!"
After saying that, he tossed the book into the trash can and even spat into it.
Damn author!
"Sss..."
After doing all this, Aron Jackson took a deep drag on his cigarette, his face full of enjoyment.
It was evident that he hadn’t smoked so freely in a long time.
He must have been quite suppressed.
"Actually, since the appearance of Orren Beaumont’s mask, I anticipated that this day might come," he said with a long sigh, his face full of helplessness.
