?Chapter 885: Chapter 885 Green Mount Street Chapter 885: Chapter 885 Green Mount Street The capital at night, bustling with traffic.
Countless lights glimmered from homes far and wide.
On the streets, neon lights flickered ceaselessly.
They always showcased the city’s prosperity.
Early spring.
Snow began to fall in the capital once again.
Unexpectedly, this would likely be thest snowfall of spring.
After this, life would awaken, and the ice and snow would melt.
Julius Reed sat in front of the television, watching the program listlessly.
Meanwhile, those women huddled together like close sisters, eating andughing with each other.
Nelson personally cooked, earning everyone’s praise.
They sipped red wine and the air was filled with their cheerfulughter.
Itai Huntington also recovered from her low spirits, her face adorned by a smile.
“Sigh!”
Julius watched the bowl of rice, a packet of pickled vegetables, and a pair of chopsticks before him.
He had no appetite.
He had thought the women would squabble jealously, allowing him to live a life waited on hand and foot.
But life turned out to be so ruthless!
The pickled vegetables were even expired.
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If Julius remembered correctly, it seemed to be leftovers fromst night.
Cold on the lips.
Cold in the stomach.
Ding!
At that moment, his phone suddenly chimed.
Julius took it out and found a message.
Normally he would not have bothered with it.
What era was this?
Apart from receiving verification codes, did text messages serve any other purpose?
Most were just harassment and ads.
But today he was bored.
After opening the message from an unknown number, it read,
“You’re pretty bold, daring to kill my people.”
The message was brief, yet carried a questioning tone.
“Who is this?”
There weren’t many who knew his number, and those who did were not ordinary figures.
Could it be the Martial Association?
After all, he had just arranged for Venassa Pine and Templeton Lena to assassinate Jasper Leopold en route.
“Green Mount Street in half an hour.”
The sender seemed concerned that Julius might not take the message seriously, so a third text was swiftly sent.
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“I’m from Armin Levis Corporation.”
Armin Levis!
Julius put away his phone, put on his coat, and walked directly out of the vi.
What was heart-wrenching was that not a single one of the women in the house noticed his departure.
“The stench of meat and wine flows from the rich man’s house, while outside lie the frozen bones of the poor.”
Thinking of his packet of pickled vegetables, Julius felt very downcast.
Ah, the life of a man!
Truly challenging.
However, being approached by Armin Levis Corp could be a good thing.
That day, he and Venassa Pine had investigated thoroughly and discovered that the highest-ranking person in the whole building was the puppet General Manager whom he had killed.
As for the true management of the corporation, they’d barely made an appearance.
That was very strange.
For the auctionpany with the strongest influence and greatest fame in the capital to not have a single decision-maker was odd.
Now that Armin Levis was reaching out, he couldn’t ask for more.
After leaving the house, Julius didn’t call for Eli Yarrow, nor did he hail a cab.
Green Mount Street wasn’t far from here, only a twenty-minute walk away.
Clearly, the other party already knew he was staying at Beckett Carmichael’s ce, which is why they’d suggested meeting at Green Mount Street.
ording to Julius’s memory, Green Mount Street was close to a wealthy neighborhood.
There were few pedestrians there, and even fewer at night.
Indeed, a good ce for a meeting.
But just as he stepped out, his phone rang again.
Julius picked it up to find the caller was Sophia Leocadia.
“What’s up?”
He was concerned Sophia might be in trouble, calling sote.
Although Old Master Leocadia’s condition had improved, the Leocadia family was still under threat from Inner Sect Disciples of Medicine King Valley.
He couldn’t rule out the possibility of a second attempt at poisoning.
Especially targeting Sophia.
“Boss Davenport, Grandpa is recovering very well.
He wants to invite you over to the Leocadia family, to have a meal with you,” said Sophia excitedly over the phone.
Then, she asked softly, “Can you make it?”
Her tone carried a hint of pleading.
The proud princess of the Leocadia family was sounding so humble.
“I can.”
Julius Reed had no choice but to ept, he found it hard to imagine what Sophia Leocadia’s mood would turn into if he refused.
Moreover, the Inner Sect Disciples of the Leocadia Family had not yet appeared, and it was a good opportunity for him to go and investigate.
Furthermore, the medicine Karen had providedst time was genuinely effective.
Julius Reed wanted to discuss obtaining some more.
“Really?”
Upon hearing Julius Reed’s reply, Sophia Leocadia excitedly called out, “Then I’ll go inform Grandpa right away!”
“Go ahead, if nothing unexpected happens, I’lle over tomorrow.”
Julius Reed also showed a smile.
“Alright then, get back to your business, in case sister-inw hears us…”
As Sophia Leocadia said this, she let out a chuckle, “You’d have to kneel and wash the board again.”
After hanging up the phone, Julius Reed looked up at the street in front of him.
The street sign above featured three bold characters.
Green Mount Street.
“Beyond the mountains, there are mountains, and beyond the buildings, there are buildings.” Julius Reed surveyed his surroundings, no one was there.
It was still early.
During the phone call, his pace was swift.
In just a few minutes, he covered a distance that would take an ordinary person more than twenty minutes to walk.
The streemps of Green Mount Street were bright, the road wide.
But other than Julius Reed himself, there wasn’t a second shadow in sight.
It was eerily silent!
Now, it was only seven in the evening.
Snowkes drifted down, making the early spring seem especially cold.
“Ha!”
Julius Reed let out a light breath, and a trail of vapor appeared in the air.
The temperature had already dropped below zero.
A bit cold.
When he left the house, he had only worn a brown trench coat.
It was indeed somewhat chilly.
Beneath the streemp, the snowkes were multicolored.
“Here already?”
Julius Reed’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as he asked.
Footsteps could be heard behind him.
But.
There was no reply.
The footsteps grew nearer until they stopped less than ten meters away from Julius Reed.
A sense of danger began to emerge.
“Don’t turn around, or I’ll kill you!”
Finally, the man behind him spoke.
Through the shadows cast by the streemp, Julius Reed had a rough estimation of the man’s build.
At the same time, the sound of someone pulling the trigger mechanism on a dart box reached his ears.
It was clear that the person was holding a dart box.
“I don’t like being pointed at with a dart box.”
Julius Reed turned around, smiling wryly, “Even if you don’t open the dart box, I must kill you anyway!”
In front of him stood a middle-aged man wearing a ck felt hat and a ck leather jacket.
In his hand, he held a dart box.
“The general manager of the Armin Levis Group, was it you who killed him?”
The man asked emotionlessly.
“Correct, because he didn’t give me the answer I wanted.
If you can’t satisfy me today, I’ll kill you just the same!”
Julius Reed stretched out a hand, pointing at the man, “Just you alone?”
“One person is more than enough.”
The man snorted lightly, “How arrogant you are!
After killing the general manager of the Armin Levis Group, now you dare threaten me too!”
As he spoke, the mouth of the dart box in his hand remained aimed at Julius Reed.
“Was that dagger at the auction from the Huntington Family?”
Julius Reed, with hands sped behind his back, asked aloud.
If it was really as Itai Huntington had said, the Huntington Family was much moreplicated than it seemed.
“Does it matter?”
The man tilted the dart box upward, “Dead men need not know too much!”
Whoosh!
He triggered the mechanism!
Click!
The dart shattered the streemps, and after hitting metal, it rebounded rapidly!
A burst of explosive sounds followed!
The man managed to shatter over a dozen streemps with just one dart.
Green Mount Street was plunged into darkness.
“A specially made dart?”
Julius Reed raised an eyebrow; this man in front of him seemed quite interesting.
Ordinary darts simply couldn’t change direction.
These darts, which took out over a dozen streemps from a single box, were clearly specially treated.
“As I said, the dead need not know too much.”
The man took out a dart from his pocket and slowly inserted it back.
For the second time, he pulled the trigger on the dart box.