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Chapter 997: Chapter 997 One Step Ahead
Boom!
On the road, flames ignited one after another.
The people from The North Sea hadn’t managed to flee, and were already obliterated in the sea of fire.
"Wonder if Rogan Harsh managed to take out Windy Johnson."
Splash!
The man in black leapt down and paced slowly on the road.
The flat road was blasted into many deep pits.
All around lay charred corpses.
After making sure there were no survivors, he pulled out a piece of white paper from his bosom.
By the faint moonlight, one could see names written on the paper.
This list, shockingly, was identical to the one in Aron Jackson’s hands!
"Eleven are dead, one’s fate unknown,"
The man in black took out a pen from his pocket and gently crossed out eleven names.
Then, he put a question mark next to Windy Johnson’s name.
"I was planning to help you eliminate these people, and conveniently, you planned to use my Thunderpeak Hall and The North Sea to create conflict," the man in black slipped the pen back into his pocket and ruefully said, "We really do think alike. It’s good if you don’t kill me!"
Having said that, he left with the box of hidden weapons.
Gonzalez City, North Mountain north bar.
Several spies from The North Sea were chatting.
"Do you think it’s okay for the Young master to arrange for us all to stay inside the bar?"
Someone was annoyed by the loud music behind them and the non-stop gyrating of young men and women in the center of the bar.
Very irritated.
"Staying in a hotel would also work, what a dump this place is! If it isn’t wolves crying, it’s ghosts howling!"
The companions also expressed their dissatisfaction.
"So noisy!"
One of them stood up, intending to rush towards the bar’s front desk.
"Stop!"
His companion quickly pulled him back, "Have you lost your mind? If you reveal our identities, the Young master won’t spare you!"
Upon hearing "Young master," the man managed to suppress the fire in his heart and sat back down on the sofa.
His face was full of anger!
"Damn it! We’ll be driven to death by the noise sooner or later!"
The group was downcast.
They were people from The North Sea, hidden in Gonzalez City, spending all their days here.
But indeed, for a long time, no one had discovered them.
"Excuse me, is there a seat available here?"
Just as everyone was agitated and upset, someone suddenly asked.
One of the men from The North Sea raised his head and saw a person dressed in black approaching.
His face was covered with a black mask.
"Get lost! Are you blind? Can’t you see whether there are seats available?"
The already irritable man from The North Sea directly hurled insults.
"There seem to be seats here."
The man in black settled down next to them and grabbed a bottle of wine.
"Get lost! Right now, get lost!"
The man from The North Sea was very angry.
"Oh!"
The man in black stood up, holding the wine bottle, and poured the wine over the head of that man.
"You’re asking for death!"
Swish!
In an instant, several men from The North Sea stood up.
"Looking for a fight?"
The man in black asked indifferently.
"No, we want to kill you!"
The man, drenched in wine, pointed angrily at him.
"Take it outside, don’t interfere with their business here."
The man in black set down the wine bottle and turned to leave the bar.
Behind him, five men from The North Sea followed with murderous intent.
"Old Eight, the Young master has ordered us not to cause any more trouble."
His companion hesitated.
"I can’t swallow this insult!"
Old Eight from The North Sea bellowed angrily, "No worries, we’ll take him down and burn the body."
"Agreed!"
These men from The North Sea were not ordinary men; they figured that killing one person wouldn’t make a big impact.
They all decided to join forces.
Once they reached the deserted ruins behind the bar, the man in black stopped walking.
He was facing away from them.
"Grandson, today Grandpa is sending you to your death!"
Old Eight from The North Sea bent down, picked up a brick, and slowly walked towards the man in black.
"Is that so? Brothers from The North Sea."
The man in black said, laughing.
"You..."
Everyone was stunned.
The identity of The North Sea, how was it exposed?
But the next moment.
The man in black turned around.
In his hands, he cradled a box of hidden weapons.
The firelight was blinding, and the five men from The North Sea didn’t even have time to react to what was happening.
They had been turned into a hornet’s nest.
"Five."
The man in black placed the box on the ground, took out a list from his bosom, and crossed off five names.
...
By the time Julius Reed arrived at the bar.
He didn’t see any sign of Windy Johnson.
But in the wrecked private room, he sensed a violent struggle had taken place.
The room still smelled of blood.
"Hmm?"
This puzzled him.
If the people from The North Sea had known the news was leaked and moved ahead, they wouldn’t have been found in such disarray.
Looking at the neatly sliced walls, his frown deepened!
The sharp edges clearly had seen combat!
And the marks on the wall were clearly made by two people with different styles.
The former was expansive and violently unrestrained!
The latter seemed frail but was actually laced with lethality!
"Strange!"
Julius Reed paced incessantly around the room and finally noticed the bloodstains on the floor.
A battle had occurred. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Someone was injured!
"Who exactly is it!"
He stood up, looked at the shattered window, and jumped out.
Someone had arrived here before him and had made a move on Windy Johnson!
And from the looks of it, the assailant was also a Grandmaster.
Julius Reed thought carefully and couldn’t recall any friends who were Grandmasters.
Could it be that The North Sea had enemies?
Walking down the street for a while, he saw a pile of charred bodies.
"Who exactly is it?"
After a moment of hesitation, Julius Reed took out his phone and called Aron Jackson.
He had intended to ask if it was his doing, but considering that the person who had acted was a Grandmaster, he dismissed that thought.
Aron Jackson couldn’t possibly know anyone of Grandmaster class.
"Send me a copy of the list!"
He said aloud.
"Boss, weren’t we supposed to have Orren Beaumont pass the information to Thunderpeak Hall? Are you planning to take action yourself?"
Aron Jackson asked, puzzled.
The information had been passed to Thunderpeak Hall through Orren Beaumont’s hands.
This was a time to sit back and watch, not to enter the fray.
"Brysen Beaumont of Thunderpeak Hall has been severely injured by me and won’t recover any time soon. But a Grandmaster has fought with Windy Johnson, I must know who this person is."
Julius Reed touched his nose, deep in thought.
"Alright!"
Aron Jackson hung up the phone and immediately sent the list to Julius Reed’s mobile.
Ten minutes later.
Julius Reed appeared at the North Mountain North Bar.
He did not see anyone from The North Sea.
But behind the bar, in a deserted area, he saw the bodies of men from The North Sea.
"Who in the world is it!"
He clenched the list, pacing incessantly, "Friend or foe!"
But strangely, as Julius Reed checked the locations on the list, everywhere he went, someone had gotten there first.
Eliminating the spies from The North Sea!
Even Thunderpeak Hall couldn’t have acted this swiftly.
Looking at the bodies of the men from The North Sea scattered around, Julius Reed tore the list in his hands to pieces.
Throughout the night, he visited many places.
Except for Windy Johnson, whose whereabouts were unknown, everyone on the list had been killed!
"I hope, we are friends!"
Julius Reed narrowed his eyes and quickly disappeared inside the bar.
Meanwhile, in a supermarket in Gonzalez City.
A middle-aged man walked to the door and pulled down the shutter.
Whoosh!
He punched the wall.
He couldn’t calm down for a long time.
Finally, the man took out his mobile, trembling as he dialed a number.
"Elders Victor, our people who were infiltrating Gonzalez City, have all been killed! Mr. Azure Wind is missing..."
After a long while.
A woman’s voice came through the phone, "Useless."
