A Film Queen

Chapter 412

Chapter 412

The people from Fourth Branch Sect talked tough, their words menacing, but deep down, they knew better than to provoke him recklessly.

After all, if they were to truly harm Leon, not only would King and the members of the First and Second Branch Sect never let them off lightly, but they would also have to contend with the hidden forces Leon had nurtured in secret.

The outcomes would be too harsh for them to handle.

Leon quickly arrived at Oliver’s room.

Since Oliver seldom spent the night at the Fourth Branch Sect, his room was tucked away in an isolated spot, nearly hidden unless carefully observed.

Leon lifted his hand and rapped on the door, “Oliver, open the door.”

No reply came from within.

With a furrowed brow, he quelled the anxiety within him and knocked once more, “Open up, King wishes to speak with you.”

King, following behind him quietly, felt slightly awkward when his name was mentioned. “Just knock on the door. Why involve me? I have nothing to say to him.”

He voiced this with a trace of irritation, still clearly upset.

Leon chose to ignore his words entirely, suppressing his irritation as he knocked again. When the silence inside persisted, a sense of unease crept over him. Without hesitation, he lifted his foot and kicked the door open with force.

With a resounding “bang”, particles of dust scattered through the air.

The room, neglected for ages, had gathered a dense coating of dust that was disturbed by the power of the kick.

the room was

Where is he?

stern gaze on those still surrounding him, and demanded in

anger. Yet when provoked, his fury

Ghost Sect were familiar

with a face full of hostility, even though he held no gun in his hand and was dressed simply

have known when you don’t know!” replied

he swiftly positioned himself in front of the person who had spoken, pressing a dagger against his throat, his

final chance. Tell me, where can I find

was so rapid that no one had observed it, let alone

at his throat

to puncture the man’s neck, blood spraying out. “Then your existence

“Wait, I… I…”

and trembling, paralyzed with fear. Though his last

even if Leon spared his life, once

time,

but if he were to kill them, it would be like crushing an ant-they posed no threat

relenting, a shorter subordinate on the side could no longer bear it

proceeded to gesture in the specified

each reflecting panic and shock on the other’s

delay, Leon shoved the person to the ground and

from

familiar robust steel and concrete

of the considerable scale of the Ghost Sect, each branch sect maintains its own prison for overseeing and supervising subordinates,

the sect leader was still around, she was reluctant to have

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