Chapter 1294
Cornell was in such a rush that he tumbled down from the roof,nding onto someone else''s rooftop
and rolling onto a sun-drenched terrace.
The terrace was littered with clothes hanging on wooden pegs, and hended in a pile of these, taking
a while to regain his footing.
Arabe was swift on his heels. Gordon was just about to warn her to be careful when he saw her leap
from one rooftop to the next, sliding down to the terrace, hot on Cornell''s trail.
Gordon couldn''t believe it. The distance between the rooftops was substantial, yet Arabe made the
leap effortlessly. More unbelievably, she was incredibly fast.
Seeing that someone was actually pursuing him, Cornell was enraged and descended into the
Arabe kept pace, and it seerned like she was about to catch up.
Just then, a toddler, barely a year old, was toddling on the cobblestone path. Cornell picked up the
child and threw him behind him.
The toddler''s mother let out a scream.
In the blink of an eye, Arabe deftly leapt off a wall, catching the child in mid-air. The toddler, oblivious
to the danger he was in, beamed at Arabe, seeming to find the whole episode amusing.
The mother, on the other hand, was terrified, rushing over, tears streaming down her face, as she took
her child from Arabe, thanking her profusely.
Noting the inhumanity of the man she was pursuing, Arabe quickened her pace. There was an
elderly woman sitting on a porch, and Cornell, without a hint of remorse, knocked her and her chair
down. The woman fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
Arabe rushed over to help her up. The woman was cursing, a gash on her chin.
"Ms. Be, let me handle this.” Gordon quickly helped the elderly woman, pulling out his wallet and
handing her some cash.
Seeing the generous amount of money, the woman''s first instinct was to pocket it quickly, before
locking her door, fearing that someone might see and try to rob her.
Gordon didn''t offer any further assistance, instead, he turned and caught up to Arabe.
From a distance, he saw Arabe hurl an alleyway bamboo pole like a javelin, hitting Cornell square in
the back.
Cornell let out a cry of pain and fell face-forward. Arabe quickly caught up, and a fight ensued.
Gordon rushed forward to lend a hand, but Cornell, outmatched and outskilled, pulled a knife and
scattered some powder, but to no avail.
Arabe grabbed his hair and mmed him against a wall, “Try moving again, see what happens."
"So can''t you guys from Mafia Rock keep your word? You said you''d spare me, and now you''re trying
to kill me.
What''s the meaning of this?" Cornell, unable to break free from Arabe''s grip, gritted his teeth and
questioned.
Arabe and Gordon exchanged nces. Mafia Rock?
Wasn''t Mr. Elliot also from Mafia Rock?
“Whoever made that promise to you, you should find him.” Arabe decided to y along, refusing to
let go.
Cornell let out a coldugh, “Why bother pretending? Wasn''t it your boss who made the promise to
me?"
Arabe wondered, was he talking about Mr. Elliot? Or someone else?
“I can spare you, but I need to know the whereabouts of the woman who yed your wife." Arabe
stated coldly.
Cornellughed mockingly, "Are you testing me? What, you suspect she''s not dead? Didn''t she die at
your hands? And you didn''t even spare the child. Wasn''t that your style to kill all the rted people?
Even when they died in front of your eyes, you still don''t believe. If she''s alive, she wouldn''t let this go
so easily."
Arabe hadn''t expected to get so much information from him. It seerned that the woman, and the child
who yed their son, were indeed dead.
This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.
Cornell was indignant, "You promised, once we yed out the act, each of us would receive twenty
dors, and you guaranteed you''d let us go. But you broke your promise, killing the two of them, and
now hunting me down."