Journey Of Me And My Seven Sisters

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!”

“I shall send you to your grave!” Wilfred seethed with anger, relentlessly pummeling Benedict with a barrage of kicks that left him writhing on the ground, bones shattered, and blood staining his lips.

Chalker family… is… doomed. Haha, come on, kill

and the rest felt their scalps tingling

endure for

they know that Benedict had ventured to

intended to

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Chapter 102 The Assassin

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

any remnants of his earlier

he instantly soared over five meters into the air, his knees bending as he descended with lightning

strike, he

critical moment, a piercing whistle filled the air, followed by a glimmer of chilling light that abruptly materialized before

An assassin?

brows furrowed as he swiftly maneuvered through the air,

evaded

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

his training days. Hence, he recognized the person before

was none other than

recognize her as she was dressed in black attire,

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

sent