?Chapter 789: Chapter 789: Teach Him How Nikodem Lee Should Behave_1 Chapter 789: Chapter 789: Teach Him How Nikodem Lee Should Behave_1 Maurice Springs was expelled from Willson Pavilion and sought refuge with Deep Cold.
Zail Caldwell, having nowhere else to turn, finally came to the Lee Family upon a friend’s introduction.
And became Nikodem Lee’s right-hand man.
In a family like the Lee’s, money was no longer the concern.
It was safety.
Manyrge families would gather a group of experts, no matter the cost.
Like Terry Moore, whose annual sry was beyond many people’s imagination.
Even Karen would take several million from the Leocadia Family every year.
Zail Caldwell’s sry was no less substantial.
Thirty million a year.
The main thing was, it was very leisurely.
On regr days, he was responsible for apanying Nikodem Lee outside and providing guard services.
Only on rare asions would he do things that people should not see.
But that was normal.
Those who made it this far, few had clean hands.
The clean ones had long been eliminated.
He had originally thought this young man knew of Willson Pavilion just by fluke.
But to be able to say Maurice Springs was a traitor, clearly, he knew the details!
The matter seemed to be moreplicated than simple.
Maurice Springs’ betrayal of Willson Pavilion was a secret!
Only the upper echelons within the underground world knew this.
“Let’s get started!”
Julius Reed looked at Zail Caldwell before him, “Back then, I could make your older brother beg for mercy on his knees, and now I can cripple you just the same!”
Maurice Springs had already died at his hand.
A mere Zail Caldwell, what’s there to worry about?
Just another piece of trash waiting to be beaten!
“Bullshit!”
Zail Caldwell threw a punch!
Crack!
Julius Reed smashed out a punch as well!
Fist against fist collided!
“Hiss!”
Zail Caldwell gasped in a cold breath, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
In just a moment, his face turned beet red.
His fist felt as if it did not exist,pletely sensationless.
“Who…
who are you…”
Cold sweat covered his trembling body, terror striking him for the first time.
Throughout the capital, aside from those masters, few could match him inbat.
But now!
His fist had been shattered by someone with a single punch!
“The Pavilion Master of your Willson Pavilion would have to call me ‘ancestor’ upon seeing me!
You think you’re qualified to bare your fangs and brandish your ws before me?”
Crack!
Julius Reed’s right hand grabbed Zail Caldwell’s shoulder and instantly crushed it to pieces!
“Ah…”
Even the strong Zail Caldwell gradually knelt down, emitting a heart-wrenching howl.
“No!
It can’t be true…”
He could not believe that such a formidable person could exist in the world!
In the Willson Pavilion, he was one of the highly regarded experts!
One of Maurice Springs’ most valued men!
How could it be that today, he was left with no strength to fight back!
His shoulder, crushed to bits.
“Pfft!”
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face devoid of color.
Kneeling on the ground, he gasped for air desperately.
“This is normal.”
Julius Reed stood up, bent down, and grabbed Fernando Lee’s head: “Look!
Open your eyes and look.”
“No!”
Fernando Lee saw the ferocious, blood-covered Zail Caldwell before him and felt as if he had seen a ghost!
“Look, this is your friend after all!”
Julius Reed searched Zail Caldwell and found a small dagger, throwing it on the ground.
He took out his phone.
“Fernando Lee, he wanted to take you down with him, to keep himpany.”
“No!
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Get out!
I don’t want to see you!
All of you get out!”
Fernando Lee, like a madman, kept pushing Zail Caldwell away.
The incident in Five-river Province had left a massive psychological scar on him!
He was most afraid of the people around him suddenly dying, leaving behind only a head, staring at him with wide eyes.
Every time he dreamed, every time he closed his eyes!
Those bloodied heads would appear before him.
Fernando Lee dared not sleep alone, nor stay by himself.
The lights were kept on year-round, and several people had to apany him.
Now…
Just when he had started to recover, Julius Reed’s action reignited his trauma!
He once again recalled that scene!
Those heads…
Those dead subordinates, all beckoning to him!
And now, the one kneeling on the ground, in agony, Zail Caldwell, how was he any different from them?
“Go away!
Just go!”
Fernando Lee’s eyes were red as he frantically shoved Zail Caldwell.
But Zail Caldwell was in so much pain he was nearly suffocating, how could he have the strength to leave?
At that moment, Fernando Lee finally noticed the dagger on the ground, glinting with a cold light.
And Julius Reed’s video recording began.
“Young master…
I…
I am Zail Caldwell…”
Zail Caldwell looked at Fernando Lee in despair.
“Get lost!
If you don’t get lost now, I’ll make sure you can’t even be a ghost!”
Fernando Lee’s hands shook as he gripped the dagger, staring at Zail Caldwell.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was on the verge of copse.
“Young master…”
“Die!”
Pu-ci!
Fernando Lee charged forward!
A stab came down!
“Uh…
Young master…”
Pu-ci!
A second stab!
And a third…
Fernando Lee was like a madman, relentlessly stabbing Zail Caldwell with the knife.
The more he stabbed, the faster his speed became.
Even thougha€”
Zail Caldwell was already dead by the time the third stab aimed for his heart.
But Fernando Lee had no idea.
He only knew one thing: he felt secure when he swung his knife.
Very much so…
It brought him the thrill of revenge.
…
“Why do my eyelids keep twitching?”
Nikodem Leey on the couch feeling restless.
“Mr.
Lee, what’s been wrong with youtely?” Quentin Leopold sat on the couch, fiddling with the TV: “Thinking too much perhaps?”
“It’s not that…”
Nikodem Lee shook his head, stood up, and said, “I need to go check.”
“With Zail Caldwell there, what trouble could possibly be caused?” Quentin Leopold grabbed his arm: “Sit down and rx, wait for the good news.
Our son’s illness will be cured soon.”
“Hopefully,”
Nikodem Lee patted his head and sighed.
…
“Sister-inw, don’t worry!
It’s not far from here to the Lee Family.
Besides, we’ll be there soon!”
Beckett Carmichael keptforting Que Radcliffe in the car.
“Yes!
But we must hurry, I’m worried that if it takes too long, there will be danger for Julius.”
Que Radcliffe clutched her purse tightly and kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead.
“L!
Speed up, damn it!”
Beckett Carmichael shouted.
“Boss, this is as fast as it goes!”
L Yarrow was sweating bullets.
Driving over a hundred in the city was already speeding.
Any faster, and they’d need a rocket!
However, he was very curious about who this woman was, making the boss take her so seriously!
“Eli, as soon as we get out of the car, no matter who tries to stop us, you fight them to the death!
I’m going to teach the Lee Family a lesson today about what they can and can’t do!”
Beckett Carmichael nced at his watch and instructed Eli Yarrow, seated in the passenger’s seat.
“Don’t worry, boss!
For me, the Lee Family is like uninhabited territory!”
Eli Yarrow looked calm, but a killing intent began to emerge around him.
“Screech!”
With a sharp screech of the brakes, the car stopped in front of the Lee Family’s main gate.
“Who goes there!
This is the Lee Family, you can’t just park here!”
The Lee Family’s bodyguards immediately approached to shoo them away.
Bang!
Eli Yarrow fiercely pushed open the car door, sending the inquiring bodyguard flying more than three meters away.
“The Lee Family?”
Beckett Carmichael also got out of the back seat.
He straightened his clothes and looked at the guards ahead: “Today, I’ll teach Nikodem Lee how to behave in the capital!
Eli, attack!”
“Yes sir!”
Eli Yarrow clenched his fists with a cracking sound and advanced step by step towards the bodyguards.
PS: It’s now 3 a.m., and I just finished writing Chapter 4.
This afternoon, I released three chapters; this dawn, four chapters.
A total of seven chapters.
Fifteen thousand words.
I’ll just say this: currently, at my fastest, I can write fifteen hundred words in an hour.
Fifteen thousand words, just in terms of pure writing time, takes at least ten hours.
I still have to edit.
I’m not trying to keep you all in suspense, and I’m not making empty promises.
I really haven’t finished writing.
Worried about disappointing everyone, I have been writing until 3 a.m.
Admittedly, I can still do better.
But I have to get up at 6:30 to go to work and face a day’s work, on less than five hours of sleep a day.
I write during my lunch break, sneak in writing while at work.
Six to seven chapters a day is still possible.
Seventeen days have passed in March, ounting for the days I couldn’t get out of bed due to acute gastroenteritis, I still managed to update one hundred and ny thousand words.
Thates down to over ten thousand words a day.
Good morning.
Thank you all for yourpanionship along the way.
I really do care about every reader, and I worry a lot about you all leaving me.
I’m trying to do better…