Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 102 The Assassin

Wilfred stared at Osmond, his gaze emanating an undeniable aura of intimidation.

The latter felt cold sweat running down his back.

After all, he was utterly powerless when faced with à martial artist.

Wilfred smirked and said, “My father’s sixtieth birthday is coming up in a couple of days, so I don’t wish to start a bloodbath just yet. However, after the celebration, I don’t want to hear the name ‘South River King‘ ever again. Clear?”

He’s threatening us!

Osmond and the others trembled involuntarily, but soon they clenched their jaws, refusing to back down.

Why does it matter if he’s a martial artist? He’s a nob*dy compared to Empyrean Lord! After all, Empyrean Lord has already decreed the inevitable downfall of the Chalker family on Old Mr. Chalker’s sixtieth birthday. With just two days remaining until the fateful event, I’m determined to endure this humiliation and bide my time.

Suddenly, Benedict bellowed at the top of his lungs, “So what if you’re a martial artist? It changes nothing! The Chalker family should prepare to face your downfall!”

Swoosh!

Wilfred charged forward, closing the distance between himself and Benedict. With ruthless precision, he delivered a bone–crushing kick to the latter’s chest, causing him to spew forth a gush of blood. “I dare you to repeat yourself!”

Despite the pain and injury, Benedict remained defiant. His voice was strained yet resolute as he spoke. “Even if you beat me to death, I will never retract my words. The Chalker family has stirred the wrath of an unstoppable force. Embrace your impending doom!”

relentlessly pummeling Benedict with a barrage of kicks that left him writhing on the ground, bones shattered, and blood staining his

Haha, come on, kill

and the rest felt their

endure for just another

that Benedict had ventured to the North River District to

never intended to return

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Chapter 102 The Assassin

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you spout nonsense. I shall grant your wish and send you straight to

him, erasing any remnants of his

instantly soared over five meters into the air, his knees bending as he

devastating knee strike,

followed by a glimmer of

An assassin?

air, landing a mere twenty centimeters away from Benedict’s

narrowly evaded

Shadow Garden! Are you the person

Hence, he recognized the person before him as a member of the notorious

was none other than

dressed in black attire, and her face was concealed behind a

married to a eunuch. I fail to see what

instantly sent shockwaves through the