?Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: An Unexpected Incident Chapter 1017: Chapter 1017: An Unexpected Incident When Julius Reed leaped down from the building.
Monty Reed on the rooftop suddenly began to tremble.
Afterward, Nathanael Warm climbed out from the ninth floor.
The shattered corpses on the ground turned into the cloak he had thrown earlier.
But the blood was real.
It was Nathanael Warm’s blood.
The cloak was already torn to pieces.
The eye on it had also been shattered.
“Cough…”
Nathanael Warm squatted weakly on the rooftop, covered in blood.
His right arm had been cleanly severed, revealing the white bone that oozed blood.
But atst, his life was saved.
If he hadn’t learned the life-saving techniques of Boulevard Swordsmanship after bing demonized,
he probably would have turned into a pool of blood long ago.
Dead beyond recognition!
“Could it be…
I’ll never be able to defeat him in this lifetime…”
Nathanael Warm sat slumped on the rooftop, his eyes filled with despair.
Evenpletely ignoring his bleeding right shoulder.
Drip-drip!
The dark-colored blood dripped onto the rooftop.
“No!
I can do it!”
He trembled as he picked up Monty Reed and vanished from the copper turtledove pavilion.
A breeze blew by.
Pieces of the cloak dissipated into the air.
But the dark-colored blood congealed on the concrete.
And gradually dried out.
…
Leaving the copper turtledove pavilion, Julius Reed went straight for the Five-state International Building.
He happened to hit the morning rush hour traffic jam.
Calling for a helicopter would be somewhat slow, so he simply rode a shared bicycle on the roadside.
Even though people might think the Rolex on his wrist was fake.
Although he didn’t have a Rolex.
The bicycle was fast.
Julius Reed’s legs pedaled non-stop, the bike chain sparking with the friction.
Even many electric scooters were left far behind.
But Five-state International was quite a distance from the copper turtledove pavilion.
One was in the city center, and the other in the suburbs.
He was burning with impatience…
…
At this moment, at the Five-state International Building.
Otis Radcliffe left in a bad state.
But he didn’t leave by car; instead, he waited for the uing good show.
Third Brother of the Leopold Family would appear and then die in front of Que Radcliffe.
Public murder!
This was no small crime.
Just for this alone, it was enough to have Que Radcliffe locked up for good.
Thinking of the humiliation he had just suffered, Otis Radcliffe clenched his fists tightly around the car seat.
“How are the arrangements going?”
He asked the driver in the front.
“Everything’s ready, our people will create chaos, draw away Julius Reed’s bodyguards, and then Third Brother of the Leopold Family will take the opportunity to go over andmit suicide!”
The driver spoke in a heavy tone.
“What about the cameraman?”
Otis Radcliffe was somewhat worried.
The original n was to use the public’s sway to gain ess to Five-state International’s surveince cameras.
But now, everyone was worshiping Itai Huntington, and even if Que Radcliffe murdered someone in public, these people might pretend not to see it.
“Damn it!”
Otis Radcliffe never imagined that Julius Reed would turn out to be the chairman of the Willson Group!
How could he fight this battle now!
That was amercial behemoth!
The entire Gonzalez Citybined wasn’t enough for the Willson Group to swallow in one bite!
He thought he had returned home in glory.
Now thinking back, Otis Radcliffe felt a scorching pain on his face!
“Then don’t me me for being ruthless!”
Inside the Five-state International lobby.
The business people justing out of the meeting room crowded around Que Radcliffe and Itai Huntington, starting to tter them ceaselessly.
A stark contrast to their previous attitude, these very people who hours ago were moring for Itai Huntington to leave with dignity, were now singing her praises.
Just then.
Several figures rushed in.
“Miss Que Radcliffe, we hope to interview you…”
These people pretended to be reporters and quickly moved closer.
Terry Moore and Karen alertly blocked in front of Que Radcliffe, impatiently shooing them away: “Back off!”
But those people, without uttering another word, forced their way through!
“Protect Que Radcliffe!”
Terry Moore rolled up his sleeves, revealing the Rolex on his wrist.
Bang!
Bang!
A few punches down, he had these people flipped over.
But before he could catch his breath, dozens more people rushed in from the door!
Indeed, it’s hard to fight against overwhelming numbers.
He could definitely fight and win.
But with dozens of peopleing at once, he couldn’t ensure Que Radcliffe’s safety.
By coincidence.
Horton Moore walked over with Jensen Cook.
“Brother Dragon, it’s time for action, what about the antidote?”
He smiled as he spoke.
“Take it!”
Jensen Cook pulled out a ck pill from his bosom and stuffed it into Horton Moore’s hand: “We agreed on 30 billion!
If it’s not there, you know what I’m capable of!”
“Understood!”
Horton Moore swallowed the pill and gave a thumbs up: “Brother Dragon, you are too kind!
See that woman over there?
That’s Julius Reed’s wife.”
“Hmm.”
Jensen Cook frowned slightly, puzzled: “Why such chaos?”
Dozens of people surrounded them, and although Terry Moore kept striking out, those people had already pushed away Miguel Abbott and Stanius Potter and began closing in on Que Radcliffe.
“Perfect, someone’s helping out!”
Horton Moore was also taken aback; he hadn’t expected Que Radcliffe to have so many bodyguards by her side.
Whoosh!
Before either of them could make a move.
A figure shed by!
Vanessa Pine!
With swift punches descending, the several men close to Que Radcliffe all fell to the ground.
“I’ll take care of this!”
Jensen Cook chuckled and started to close in on the crowd.
No one recognized him.
He could walk over in in sight.
What Jensen Cook didn’t notice, however, was that Horton Moore had already quietly slipped away.
The skill of securing one’s ce in life is to always hide behind the scenes.
No matter who dies, Horton Moore always lives on.
In this regard, he’s very much like Devlin.
He scarpered off in a sh, climbed into a sedan, and headed straight for Gonzalez City Airport.
Sess or not, he had to get out first.
But Jensen Cook didn’t notice.
He opened his mouth, and a poison needle shot out!
Whoosh!
“Watch out!”
Vanessa Pine shoved Que Radcliffe, and the poison needle grazed past Que’s head, embedding itself into a concrete pir.
“ying dirty!”
Upon seeing Jensen Cook, Vanessa Pine leapt up and swept out with her right leg.
In the meantime, hiding in the crowd, Third Brother of Leopold Family immediately ran to Que Radcliffe’s front.
He pressed Que’s hand onto the handle of a small knife.
Thud!
A knife plunged into his own heart.
And then.
He fell to the ground, stiff.
At the same time!
Templeton Lena kicked out!
“Are you okay?”
He’d just arrived from the Bronze Sparrow tform and saw this dangerous scene unfold.
Thankfully, there was no serious harm.
“Que Radcliffe hasmitted murder!”
Someone shouted.
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
Even Terry Moore turned around to look at the corpse on the ground.
Third Brother of Leopold Family’s eyes were wide open, utterly lifeless.
A knife was stuck in his chest.
Blood kept gushing out.
“Quick!
Catch Jensen Cook!”
After shouting to Vanessa Pine, Templeton Lena picked up the body of Third Brother and quickly left Five-state International.
But many people had already taken photos!
And they were quickly posted online.
There was no time for anyone to delete the evidence.
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The hall was eerily silent.
Everyone held their breath, unsure of what to do.
Bang!
On the other side, Vanessa Pine kicked Jensen Cook, sending him flying.
But before she could strike again, several poisonous snakes flew out!
By the time Vanessa Pine had cut down the poisonous snakes, she realized that Jensen Cook had vanished!
“Damn it!”
She roared in frustration.
But suddenly, sirens red.
Numerous officers rushed in, surrounding the area.
It was too coincidental!
Someone must have called the police in advance!
Otherwise, how could it be that right after Que Radcliffe’s supposed act of murder, police cars arrived?
“Who is Que Radcliffe?”
The leading officer stepped forward, holding the video that had just been posted online.
“The knife.”
The officer looked around and gestured, and the other officers carefully picked up the knife from the ground.
Templeton Lena had made such a sudden escape, taking the body but inadvertently leaving the knife behind.
“I am Que Radcliffe…”
Que Radcliffe shakily raised her hand.
“Take her away, cooperate with the investigation.”
After the officer finished speaking, a pair of ice-cold handcuffs were ced on her wrists.
PS: I’m not leaving you hanging!
I write a thousand words per hour, so for four chapters, that’s eight thousand words and eight hours.
You call me slow and I’ll take it; writing slowly is my fault.
After all, when ites to typing, I’m still using the two-finger zen method.
I type with just two fingers.
And I still have to look at the keyboard, then the screen.
But if you say I’m keeping you in suspense…
My fingers are sore from writing, I truly can’t write any faster!
And about the update times.
I have no drafts saved!
Not a single one.
I post at midnight because that’s when I finish writing.
How can I post without finishing?
Do you think I like staying upte to write?
If I post two hours earlier, that’s when I started writing this chapter.
For thisst chapter, that is.
I started at 23:20 and wrote until now.
One o’clock in the morning.
That’s rtively fast for me.
No point in exnations : some of you think I have drafts and purposely post at midnight to keep you guessing.
If I do exin, you say I talk too much nonsense, too much hot air.
I just looked at my Rolex, and it’s past one in the morning, yet here I am still typing…
Should I really be taking k for being so diligent…