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!”

your grave!” Wilfred seethed with anger, relentlessly pummeling Benedict with a barrage of

on, kill me…” Benedict hissed in between his

felt their

so stubborn? Can’t he endure

that Benedict had ventured

never intended

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Chapter 102 The Assassin

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of death, you spout nonsense. I shall grant your wish and send you straight to the depths

him, erasing any remnants of

soared over five meters into the air, his knees bending

that devastating knee strike, he would

filled the air, followed

An assassin?

brows furrowed as he swiftly maneuvered through the air, landing

narrowly evaded

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

from Shadow Garden during his training days. Hence, he recognized the person before him as a member of the notorious

person was none other

dressed in

cast a brief glance at Angelina and muttered, “You are married to a eunuch. I fail to see what you

words instantly sent