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!”

shall send you to your grave!” Wilfred seethed with anger, relentlessly pummeling Benedict with a barrage of kicks that left him

is… doomed. Haha, come on, kill me…”

felt their scalps

so stubborn? Can’t he endure for just another two or

Benedict had ventured to the North River

never intended to

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Chapter 102 The Assassin

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in the face of death, you spout nonsense. I shall grant your wish

him, erasing any remnants of his earlier promise to

instantly soared over five meters into the

that devastating knee strike, he would

moment, a piercing whistle filled the air, followed by a glimmer of

An assassin?

maneuvered through the air, landing a mere twenty centimeters away from

evaded the chilling

attire, Wilfred’s expression darkened. “An assassin from Shadow Garden! Are you the person Benedict warned about? The one I should

he recognized the person before him

was none

was dressed in black attire, and her face was

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

sent