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!”

Benedict with a barrage of kicks that left him writhing

Haha, come on, kill me…” Benedict hissed in between his

rest felt their scalps tingling with

he endure for just another two or three

know that Benedict had ventured to

intended to return

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Chapter 102 The Assassin

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of death, you spout nonsense. I shall

rage engulfed him, erasing any remnants of

the air, his knees bending as

strike,

air, followed by a glimmer of

An assassin?

through the air, landing a mere twenty centimeters away

evaded the chilling

focused on the assailant’s attire, Wilfred’s expression darkened. “An assassin from Shadow Garden! Are you the person Benedict

encountered assassins from Shadow Garden during his training days. Hence, he recognized

none

her as she was dressed in black attire, and

Wilfred, she cast a brief glance at Angelina and muttered, “You are married to a eunuch.

words instantly sent shockwaves through the