Chapter 832 Descendent of Hermes?
“Damn it, escape, I must escape. This is a chance that the woman risked her life for me.” Napoleon
staggered and stumbled along the alley way at the viplex towards the forest. He left a trail of
blood each time he stumbled to the ground. He knew that in his current state, he would not be able to
get far if he were to go onto the main roads. He would stand arger chance of escaping if he went
along the alley way and through the forest.
What happened in the room continued to sh in his mind. Napoleon was more determined than ever
as he mumbled, “Rest assured, I will live on to find that Jack Hughes and get him to save you!” He said
with confidence through his blood stained teeth.
Then.
“With me Wuchang around, you will not escape alive!” A cold and ruthless voice shrieked eerily,
“Whoever Wuchang wants dead, he will not live!”
“Damn it, so fast?” Napoleon cursed and shuddered as a chill ran down his spine. He turned around as
he staggered. The light from the streetmps allowed him to barely make out a figure that was rushing
rapidly towards him.
“Ha ha ha… where did you learn that ‘Deboning Move’ from? That skill isn’t one that can be mastered
by just anyone!” Wuchang’s eyes locked onto Napoleon like a predator hunting a prey while
questioning him.
To her, the severely injured Napoleon was as good as dead. She wanted her doubts answered and
may let Napoleon live several more seconds before killing him. With her experience and knowledge,
the art of ‘Deboning Move’ had been lost for over thirty years! To think that she chanced upon this thief
who actually knew this skill. ‘Deboning Move’ was created by a thief and as far as she could remember,
someone who could master this skill, was a master among the thieves. Anyone who knew this skill
would be well known in the streets. But now, this mongrel who actually knew ‘Deboning Move’, was a
nobody in the world of thieves.
“Nobody taught me that, you bitch! This skill was self-taught!” Napoleon could sense that death was
quickly approaching and dered proudly as if there was nothing left to fear.
He wanted to escape but he also knew that even if he was not injured, there was no possibility of
escaping Wuchang. Additionally, he was severely injured and Wuchang was rushing towards him
unencumbered. His confidence a moment ago was now wavering.
“Self-taught?” Wuchang was shocked and stopped momentarily.
She thenughed hysterically, “Who do you think you are? What arrogance you have! ‘Deboning Move’
was devised three hundred years ago by the ‘Gang of Eight’ Chief of thieves. Over these three hundred
years, the total number of people who mastered this skill could be counted with one hand and are the
masters of thieves. How dare a washout like you im to be able to teach yourself this ‘Deboning
Move’ skill? You are truly shameless!” Wuchang said furiously at the end.
Bash! As Wuchang ran again, her left foot kicked a rock and smashed it into pieces. The pieces of
shattered rock shot out like bullets towards Napoleon.
“Fuck!” Napoleon tensed up when he heard the rock shattering. An intense sense of danger
overwhelmed him and instinctively he twisted his body and turned around.
The pieces of rocks impacted his left shoulder de and other pieces flew in all directions. Napoleon
yelled in agony as blood sttered from the impact. He stumbled a few steps and copsed onto the
ground and he vomited a mouthful of blood.
Napoleon was in intense pain and weak from his injuries. He could not feel his left shoulder after the
rocks hit him.
Now, Wuchang slowed down her advance and ced both her hands behind and walked over
nonchntly.
The fifty over years old woman had grey sideburns and looked like a farmer who had toiled in the fields
for years. Wuchang exuded a fearsome viciousness as she walked slowly towards Napoleon.
Napoleon was so ovee with fear that he could not bring himself to look directly at her.
“Who the hell taught you the ‘Deboning Move’? Wuchang said through her gritted teeth with ferocity
and ruthlessness.
“What does it mean to you? You’ll kill me no matter what, so why the hell should I tell you?” Napoleon
sat on the ground and wiped the blood from his mouth and held his wounded left shoulder.
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“Bitch! Fight fairly if you have the guts!” Napoleon’s expression changed drastically as his heart raced.
He intentionally did these to buy time for his shoulder to regain its feeling and then attempt another
escape. But he did not expect this bitch to be so persistent. Why the hell did she have so much to say?
Now he was horrified by the advancing Wuchang.
“Die!” In a sh, Wuchang rushed forward towards Napoleon. Her right hand was like a whirling wind
and headed towards Napoleon’s throat.
Napoleon’s pupils constricted and looked at her blood-stained right hand. He was certain that his neck
would be broken by her if she was to grab it. He had never feared death. To Napoleon, he felt that he
was fortunate to have lived that long but suddenly, the thought of Amber filled his mind. Immediately it
was as if his heart was re-energized.
‘That woman who gave me the freedom was waiting for me to find her man to rescue her!’ He thought
to himself.
Woosh!
Just as Wuchang’s blood-stained hand was about to grab Napoleon’s throat, something miraculous
happened!
“Argh!” Napoleon yelled and he raised both his legs and managed to kick Wuchang’s w-like right
hand. The impact of Wuchang’s hand pushed him and he slid several feet on his back.
Napoleon quickly turned around and sprung to his feet. Without any pause or hesitation, he dashed
towards the nearest tree and then with a series of three hops, he managed to climb up a eight meter
tall tree.
Wuchang was startled when she saw this and was momentarily stunned. Suddenly, Wuchang
remarked with a shrill in the forest, “Mount the Dragon! You are the descendant of Chillfond
Hermes?”