NOVPUBChapter 1269: 575 Mountain Toll Collection_2 Chapter 1269: 575 Mountain Toll Collection_2 Sadam Hayes opened the door, inconspicuously peeked his head out, upon seeing a waiter approaching him, he immediately frowned and scolded, “Who allowed you to come up here?”
The man didn’t even bother to respond to him, he saw Finnian Moore and without a second thought, lunged at him with a blade.
In an emergency reaction, Finnian raised his arm to block the attack, gritting his teeth he queried, “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m here to claim your life.” The intruder snickered in a creepy and cold manner.
Without any hesitation, his arm broke through Finnian’s defense, and the blade harshly penetrated Finnian’s chest.
Overwhelmed by the intruder’s force, Finnian dropped onto one knee, still refusing to capitulate.
The grisly scene terrified Sadam Hayes, he plastered himself against the wall, cautiously probing, “Was it you who called me just now?”
That voice was truly familiar.
It reminded him of the person he spoke to on the phone.
Seeing him stabbed Finnian, he became more convinced.
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The attacker glanced at him, and Sadam almost wet his pants.
“Get inside, I want to see Digby Hart’s corpse.”
Sadam quickly nodded and rushed into the room.
But the next moment, a blur passed before his eyes, he hit the opposite wall, and rolled down like a meatball.
The following sound was Sadam’s pig-like shriek.
The man squinted his eyes, showed no mercy, and without any hesitation grabbed Finnian’s throat.
However, within a blink of an eye, a man had crawled under him.
The man lunged at thin air, and without turning back, he swept his right hand to the back.
Finnian grunted and collapsed onto the floor.
A dart had hit his lower abdomen.
The man didn’t even spare another glance at him; he wiped his bloody dagger on his sleeves, stepped forward, and walked into the room.
The suite was quite spacious.
A young girl was sitting on a sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.
All you could see was a silhouette of her relaxed pose, seemingly admiring the moonlight.
The glass reflected half of the young lady’s face, which appeared blurred yet exhibited a misty sense of beauty.
The man carefully surveyed the surrounding, failing to find Digby Hart’s figure.
The man’s ears perked up, unfailingly, he dodged away.
A dart brushed past his ear and shot into the wall opposite him.
If he hadn’t dodged promptly, his ear would have been sliced off.
The dart was the same one he had used to hurt Finnian earlier.
The man squinted his eyes, gripping the dagger, he turned around.
A not-so-tall young man was leaning against the door frame, humming said, “Were you the one who attacked my senior brother?”
“Jay…” Finnian stabilized himself against the wall, “Don’t underestimate him, he’s frightfully powerful.”
“Don’t worry, senior brother, I’m much stronger than you.” The young man carried a long stick on his back, he slowly pulled it out, gripping it in his hand, “How dare you hurt my senior brother, I’ll make sure you never return.”
The man sneered, “Just with you?”
“Just with me.”
The next moment, the young man charged forward.
His slender body seemed to harbor an endless power, he hacked with the cudgel, like a rolling thunder, unstoppable like an army of thousands.
Finnian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were firmly fixed on the fight.
For the moment, his junior brother had the upper hand, but the man was coping with ease, proving his strength was not to be underestimated.
The sight of Jay’s increasingly aggressive moves, Finnian couldn’t help but call out, “Jay, don’t rush into things, use the flying crane stick.”
This man excels at the soft overcoming the hard, if the junior brother continues to attack blindly, he might fall into the man’s trap.
The flying crane stick is known for its agility, then counter the man’s softness with softness, deftly redirecting the force with the least effort.
Upon hearing Finnian’s words, Jay immediately switched his moves, displaying impressive skill with his stick, moving so fast that it was hard to discern, pushing the man back.
Jay seized the opportunity to attack, hitting the man’s chest.
The man clutched his chest and stumbled back.
His expression turned gradually dark.
Jay raised his eyebrows, “So?
Are you ready to admit your defeat?”
The man’s brows twitched, with bulging veins on his forehead, he clenched his teeth, swallowing the blood in his mouth, and let out a malicious smile.
“Kid, you’ve got talent, but still not enough.”
The man discarded his dagger.
With a wave of his sleeve, a nunchaku appeared in his hand.
“Let me teach you today, how to really use a stick.”
Gazing at the two battling, Finnian anxiously spat out another mouthful of blood.
“Be careful…”
Jay was hit in the back, there was no time for a counter-attack.
The fight was back and forth, extremely fierce.
However, Jay was after all younger, with less combat experience, unable to match the man’s ruthlessness, and slowly the man managed to get control over him.
Jay bit his lip in annoyance, “you play dirty.”
“All is fair in war.
It’s just that you’re too naive, little boy.”
The man pulled out handcuffs and quickly cuffed Jay’s hands, “Ms.
Rinto, I have constantly been underestimating you.
Well, like father, like daughter.
After all the detour, I don’t think you are simply after my life, are you?”
