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!”

with anger, relentlessly pummeling Benedict with a barrage of kicks that left

Haha, come on, kill me…”

felt their

he endure

did they know that Benedict had ventured to the North River District

intended

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Chapter 102 The Assassin

+10 pearls

you spout nonsense. I shall grant your

remnants of

five meters into the air, his knees bending as he

that devastating knee strike,

air, followed by a glimmer of chilling light that

An assassin?

he swiftly maneuvered through the air,

evaded the

expression darkened. “An assassin from Shadow Garden! Are you the person Benedict warned about?

training days. Hence, he recognized the person before him as

person was none other than

recognize her as she was dressed in black attire, and her

“You are married to a eunuch. I fail to see what you have

words instantly sent shockwaves