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!”

a barrage of kicks

Haha, come on, kill me…” Benedict

felt their scalps tingling with

Can’t he endure for just

know that Benedict had ventured to the North River District

intended to return

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Chapter 102 The Assassin

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death, you spout nonsense. I shall grant your wish and

erasing any remnants

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

he landed that devastating knee strike, he would

filled the air, followed by a glimmer of chilling light that abruptly

An assassin?

swiftly maneuvered through the air, landing a mere twenty

narrowly evaded the

he focused on the assailant’s attire, Wilfred’s expression darkened. “An assassin from Shadow Garden! Are you the person Benedict warned about? The one I should not

Shadow Garden during his training days. Hence, he recognized the person before him as

none

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

are married to a eunuch. I

sent shockwaves