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

Where is he?

a stern gaze on those still surrounding him, and demanded in a commanding

projected a calm and sophisticated presence, seldom showing signs of anger. Yet when provoked, his fury was formidable and

of the Ghost Sect were familiar with

he held no gun in his hand

have known when you don’t know!” replied the

squinted menacingly, radiating a dark and intense presence. Before anyone could react, he swiftly positioned himself

chance. Tell me, where can

rapid that no one had observed it, let

the blade at his throat threatening to cut him. “I … I honestly have no

his grip, causing the dagger to puncture the man’s neck, blood spraying out. “Then your

“Wait, I… I…”

was pale and trembling, paralyzed with fear. Though his last vestige

if Leon spared his life, once Nimbus and Raiden found

time, it’s certain

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

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

gesture in

and King exchanged a quick look, each reflecting panic and shock on the

Leon shoved the person to the ground and dashed toward the direction pointed

different from

familiar robust steel and concrete structure of conventional prisons, and even preserving certain ancient instruments of

scale of the Ghost Sect, each branch sect maintains its own prison for overseeing and supervising subordinates, as well as managing special

reluctant to have these prisons established because she didn’t want

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