Chapter 143 

“Oh yeah, Atticus, you mentioned that you have something personal to take care of here in Clouspring. Can you tell us now?” Lincoln asked curiously. 

He had three older seniors who were like his uncles, and the one in front of him was the oldest one among the three, Atticus Goldman. 

Lincoln had only asked his senior, Rowan, to come along back then, but Atticus claimed that he needed to go to Clouspring as well and came with him. He had not said what it was for. 

“To kill someone,” Atticus answered impassively. Lincoln and Rowan were surprised. “Who in Clouspring requires your personal attention?” How could a small place like Clouspring have master–level bigshots? 

“Clouspring isn‘t a famous place, but it‘s interesting,” said Atticus. “Titus Wood, Bradley Walton, the extended family of the Wolfenden, and the one I want to kill this time.” Lincoln asked in astonishment, “Bradley Walton... the old patriarch of the Waltons?” “That‘s right,” replied Atticus. “Bradley was a practitioner when he was younger, and we fought before. 

“Since I‘m here today, I shall redress the humiliation of my loss back then!” Lincoln pandered to him. “Bradley Walton will surely be incapacitated if

the car sped out of the highway into

At the Waltons... 

some reason, Bradley was on pins and needles with a sense of foreboding. “Father, what‘s wrong?” “I keep feeling like something‘s going to happen today.” Hogan chuckled. “You‘re just overthinking it—” A

looked appalled. “Bradley Walton! Come on out and meet your old friend!” said a loud, powerful voice. Bradley sprang up abruptly. It was an intimidating presence. He hurried out while his guards

recognize Atticus for a

flatly, “You can‘t

to study the man before he widened

Looks like you don‘t have dementia yet.” Atticus stood with

said plainly, “Bradley, I lost to you when we were

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