<strong>Chapter 1341: Chapter 1341 Visiting</strong>


    Hearing this news, Nichs Pendleton felt both shocked and delighted.


    What shocked him was that outsiders had infiltrated the Nine Camps.


    What delighted him was that Hagan Marsh was not around, and as long as he captured the person, it would be a great achievement.


    “Dney!” Geogre Four pointed to the scars on his face, angrily saying, “I seriously suspect there’s something wrong with Dney! You know his skills, third brother. But today, on the outskirts of the vineyard, this kid beat me up without giving me any chance to fight back, and throughout, he didn’t utter a single word.”


    “There’s such a thing?” Nichs Pendleton turned around, walked back to his desk, and picked up a telephone: “Bring your guards, call River Marsh, ande with me to…”


    Saying this, he raised his head and asked, “Where’s Seventh Master?”


    “I heard he went back to his own home,” Geogre Four answered.


    “Take people, go to Dney’s home first!” After issuing themand, Nichs Pendleton hung up the phone, picked up the hidden weapons box from the desk, and quickly led Geogre Four out.


    At the same time.


    Julius Reed and Lillian Tompson were standing on the first floor of the building where Dney was located, sizing up a group of women in front of them.


    “Seventh Master.”


    Seeing the two arrive, the women stood up and began to undress.


    “Hold on, what are you doing?”


    Lillian Tompson frowned slightly, quickly speaking out in rebuke: “Shameless!”


    Although she was also a woman and had no scruples, seeing a dozen or so young girls undressing collectively still made her feel particrly awkward.


    The clothes on these women were already scanty, stripping would leave thempletely bare.


    With such a rebuke from Lillian Tompson.


    The women stopped what they were doing and knelt on the ground, terrified.


    “Seventh Master…”


    “What are you doing!” Lillian Tompson clenched her lips tightly and shouted, “Stand up!”


    After she spoke, she quickly walked over to one of them, grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her, the tone somewhat disgusted, “What is wrong with you!”


    “Isn’t this Seventh Master’s arrangement?” One of them with the panic still in her eyes, lifted a thinyer of clothing, covering her partly naked body.


    “Seventh Master’s arrangement?” Lillian Tompson seemed to realize something, and asked softly, “Every time Seventh Masteres back, he makes you undress?”


    “Yes.”


    The woman’s face turned red with shame, showing a helpless expression.


    “Despicable!” Lillian Tompson cursed inwardly, then stood up and said coldly, “Starting today, all previous rules are abolished. Seventh Master had a profound realization during his trip and is no longer interested in women.”


    “Seventh Master, spare our lives…”


    Several women had just stood up and hadn’t recovered yet when they knelt down again.


    Crying bitterly, with tears streaming down their faces like raindrops on pear blossoms.


    “Are you all insane?” Lillian Tompson shouted impatiently, “Giving you back your freedom is a good thing, isn’t it?”


    “Seventh Master, spare our lives…”


    The women continued to plead, their eyes filled with despair.


    Seeing this, Julius Reed understood.


    Most likely, as with the rules of Swimming City, once these women were abandoned, the only thing waiting for them was death.


    Therefore, he stepped forward, grabbed Lillian Tompson, signaling her not to speak anymore.


    “Is Seventh Brother here?”


    Just then, a sudden rapid knocking on the door was heard outside.


    Julius Reed and Lillian Tompson exchanged nces, Lillian Tompson immediately went over and asked, “Who is it?”


    “What, you can’t recognize your brother’s voice anymore?” Nichs Pendleton spoke very affectionately from outside, “I’m your third brother, Nichs Pendleton.”


    “It’s Third Master!”


    Lillian Tompson opened the door, slightly bowing in greeting.


    “Yes.”


    Upon seeing Lillian Tompson, Nichs Pendleton nodded and asked, “When did you start following Seventh Master? Your voice sounds somewhat unfamiliar?”


    “Yesterday,” Lillian Tompson spoke calmly.


    “Oh, no wonder,” Nichs Pendleton turned around and headed towards Julius Reed. “I heard that Seventh Master’s throat was damaged, not sure how severe it is? I brought our best doctor from the Ninth Route to take a look at you.”


    Upon entering, Nichs Pendleton immediately sensed something was off.


    Normally, even if Dney was sick, he would still greet him enthusiastically and call him ‘Third Brother’.


    Even if his throat really was in trouble, he could stille over as a gesture, right?


    But at this moment, Dney was sitting on the sofa on the first floor, not even ncing this way.


    As if he couldn’t hear or see at all.


    In the Ninth Route, Nichs Pendleton was a favorite.


    His capabilities and schemes, all of them were above the many adopted sons of Hagan Marsh; if nothing unexpected happens, he had a great chance of being the next sessor.


    Therefore, many adopted sons always rushed to curry favor with Nichs Pendleton.


    Choosing sides was always a necessary decision to make.


    Hagan Marsh’s first three adopted sons were constantly infighting, and others could only choose sides.


    By taking sides, there was still a chance to win.


    If you don’t take sides, you immediately be the target of public criticism, and the oue can be very miserable.


    However, Julius Reed leaned on the sofa, his legs crossed at the ankles.


    He had no intention of responding at all.


    This made Nichs Pendleton feel extremely embarrassed.


    “Dney, what are you pretending for! Third Brother kindly brought a doctor to treat you, and you won’t even respond with a fart?” Geogre Four, his face bruised, walked in and scolded Julius Reed: “Don’t be ungrateful!”


    “Hey!” Nichs Pendleton quickly tried to mediate, pushing Geogre Four slowly away: “We are all brothers here, I came today to mend things between you two. If our foster father knows that you are fighting among yourselves when he’s not around, he will definitely be saddened.”


    “Hmph! Today I give face to Third Brother, I am indeed willing to drink and chat joyfully with Seventh. But as you can see, he behaves like a dead man, not saying a word.” Geogre Four acted the kind face, while Nichs Pendleton the stern face.


    This scene, naturally, fell into the eyes of Julius Reed.


    But now, he decided toy it all out.


    “Seventh Master, let the doctor check on you first,” Nichs Pendleton waved his hand, and an old man stepped from behind him.


    The old man’s figure was hunched, although carrying a medicine box, his body emanated killing intent.


    Even if he was dressed in a white doctor’s robe, at his core, he was still a butcher!


    This kind of killing intent could not be concealed by a piece of clothing or a medicine box.


    See a doctor?


    It seemed more like killing someone.


    “Seventh Master, allow me to examine you,” the elder walked up to Julius Reed, knelt on one knee, opened the medicine box, his eyes shing with a cold gleam.


    At a distance, both Geogre Four and Nichs Pendleton were anticipating what was about to happen next.


    The elder was called River Marsh, formerly a member of Deep Cold, previously the ace Shadow Warrior.


    Hearing that The North Sea was about to wage war against Deep Cold, he left the Northern Border and fled overnight to Swimming City to serve Nichs Pendleton.


    “Seventh Master, please remove your hat, let this old man take a look,” River Marsh took out a sharp scalpel from the medicine box and looked up at the person in front of him.


    But under the ck hat, Julius Reed gave no reaction, as if he were asleep.


    “Seventh Master?” the man asked again, then reached out to touch the hat.


    Geogre Four and Nichs Pendleton’s eyes suddenly bulged with surprise!


    Click!


    Before Lillian Tompson could act, Julius Reed’s right hand directly seized the old man’s wrist, pressing it harshly onto the wooden table beside the couch.


    With his left hand, he caught the falling scalpel and thrust it down straight!


    ng!


    The scalpel pierced through the old man’s palm and stabbed into the table.


    It prated three inches into the wood.