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.

kill me…” Benedict hissed in between his bloody

rest felt their scalps

Can’t he endure for just another two or

did they know that Benedict had ventured to the North River

never intended

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Chapter 102 The Assassin

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

him, erasing any remnants of his

soared over five meters into the

knee strike, he

piercing whistle filled the air, followed

An assassin?

furrowed as he swiftly maneuvered through the air, landing a mere twenty centimeters away

narrowly evaded the chilling

“An assassin from Shadow Garden! Are you the person Benedict warned about? The one I

training days. Hence, he recognized the person before him as a

person was none other

recognize her as she was dressed in

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

sent shockwaves