<h4>Chapter 2039: Chapter 2039: Prophet</h4>


    "Mr. Turtle, take my advice, hold back a bit."


    Julius Reed grabbed his wrist and advised, "If you go now, everyone will feel awkward. It’s better to pretend you didn’t see it, give each other a way out."


    Pranay Martinez thought for a moment, seemingly agreeing to the logic.


    After all, he also nned to sneak a bite.


    "These unfaithful guys." Pranay Martinez turned around to avoid being seen.


    If truly caught, everyone would be embarrassed.


    "Does your Marthew still have consciousness? I remember they were like living dead." Julius Reed looked at those people chatting andughing, appearing like normal people.


    Moreover, Hiddy was mingled among them.


    It seemed like she was enjoying herself as well.


    "True and false. False and true." Pranay Martinez leaned against the chair, back to those people, whispering, "Didn’t I make a bunch of fakes before, now they’re mixed up with the real ones. The real ones have lost consciousness, but theirbat power is strong. The fakes are weak but at least are human."


    When it came to Marthew and others, he felt somewhat helpless.


    Because of his greed, all his followers turned into this mess.


    The group finished paying the bill and quietly left.


    "We’ll leave five minutester to avoid bumping into them." Julius Reed nced at his watch, speaking while eating.


    "Hey, why are you hitting people!"


    Thud!


    Suddenly.


    The sound of something rolling down came from upstairs.


    Looking towards the sound, a Martial Artist tumbled down the stairs awkwardly, his head bleeding.


    "Damn! You want to die!"


    The Martial Artist stood up, pulling out a weapon from his waist, instantly joined by several Martial Artists from the second floor.


    "Really bold, daring to mess with the Snowfield Five Tigers!" A burly man rolled up his sleeves, revealing a shiny silver long knife!


    "That’s right! We’re going to have a massacre today."


    The skinny guy next to him said fiercely.


    The Romance Tavern rarely had trouble, the owner’s background was deep, capable of controlling the ce.


    But by chance today, the owner did not appear.


    Letting them cause amotion.


    "Did I hit you?"


    A female voice came from the stairs.


    Soon after, a young girl in a red silk robe emerged, holding a cat in her arms.


    She lightly stroked the cat’s head, full of disdain, "I’m going to kill you."


    Behind her followed several Martial Artists, but they had no intention of stepping up.


    Very obediently standing behind.


    "Damn woman! You want to die!"


    The burly man who was kicked down the stairs charged with his knife!


    So many Martial Artists were watching, he couldn’t just stop being in the martial arts world.


    The long knife was upon her instantly!


    The girl slightly dodged, suddenly reaching out the hand that was holding the cat!


    Directly grasping the man’s wrist!


    And with her other hand tossed upward!


    Throwing the cat high, her nails scratched across the man’s neck.


    Plop.


    The catnded back in the girl’s arms.


    And the man who made the move fell to the ground, dead.


    Excessive blood loss.


    Eyes wide open.


    Lifeless.


    "This..."


    The remaining four looked at each other, eyes filled with fear.


    Run?


    The strongest brother was already dead.


    But what made them incredulous was their obviously strong brother couldn’t even withstand a single move?


    "When the mountain doesn’t spin, the water turns, we won’t bother with this woman today."


    After speaking, the four turned to leave.


    Bang!


    The door suddenly closed!


    "Damn! Prepare for battle!"


    The four immediately turned around!


    Whoosh!


    A shadow flickered by.


    Three blood marks appeared on the four’s necks.


    They clutched their throats, kneeling on the ground in pain.


    In less than ten seconds, they were all dead.


    The door was covered in blood.


    "Quite domineering." Pranay Martinez watched the whole scene, smiled teasing, "This woman, like Hiddy, has a fierce streak!"


    Julius Reed didn’t speak.


    He suddenly felt the food in his mouth wasn’t tasty anymore.


    "Hey, restrain yourself." Pranay Martinez tapped the table. "Rumor has it in the martial arts world, the Holy Lord is quite a pervert, are you really? Can’t move when you see a woman? How about you go try and see if she can kill you?"


    Julius Reed still didn’t speak, eyes intently gazed at the woman and the cat in her arms.


    "I apologize for the trouble caused to the owner. I couldn’t control myself, hope the owner forgives."


    The girl draped in a cape, holding the cat, slightly bowed towards the east.


    Then she spoke coldly, "Clean up, everyone still needs to eat."


    Only then did the Martial Artists behind her start to move.


    First, they dragged away the bodies, then cleaned the floor.


    Very cleanly done.


    One of them took out a pile of gold, cing it on the front desk.


    After finishing everything, the girl led the people away.


    Once she left, the Romance Tavern started to discuss.


    "It’s said this woman is called the Prophet. Very formidable!"


    "She appeared at the Dusty tform a week ago andes here to eat every day. But the unlucky part is, every day seven or eight people provoke her and lose their lives."


    "Someone that even the owner of Romance Tavern wouldn’t dare to face must be a fierce character. You and I should be careful, don’t be unlucky enough to bump into her."


    People whispered.


    "Hmph! Just a damn woman, if she messes with me, I can beat her till she calls me daddy." A young man disdainfully spoke loudly.


    He drank a bit too much, plus with his skills being strong, naturally didn’t care.


    But while eating.


    Plop.


    Something red, like ketchup, fell into the te in front of him.


    "What’s this?"


    He touched it.


    The man froze.


    It was his own brain matter.


    Thud!


    He copsed onto the table.


    Dead.


    The disappearing woman somehow reappeared, using chopsticks to pierce through the man’s skull.


    "Ruthless." Pranay Martinez nodded. "She is the Prophet?"


    He heard those Martial Artists chatting just now.


    Julius Reed also heard it.


    The Prophet is a woman?


    And a young girl?


    Is she Merrill Caldwell?


    Is that cat the dead cat seen on Boulevard Mountain?


    This world, a bit crazy.


    "Western Emperor, we’re here for serious business! Don’t let women distract you, it’s dying things!"


    Pranay Martinez tapped the urn with chopsticks, a bit helpless.


    "That woman, can’t be the Prophet." Julius Reed thought seriously, when he left, the cat should have been dead.


    And the mark on Merrill Caldwell’s neck had disappeared, no problem.


    The strangest thing is, how did Merrill Caldwell suddenly be so powerful?


    A top expert!


    "Whether it is, is not up to you." Pranay Martinez stood up, went to the front desk to pay, returned and pulled Julius Reed, whispered, "If it’s her, that’s actually good news. Though formidable, at least Jesse River is innocent. If Jesse River is the Prophet, you and I would have a lot to handle."


    "She is Merrill Caldwell. The current Family Head of the Caldwell Family." Julius Reed spoke up.


    "What?" Pranay Martinez was stunned, incredulous, "It’s her? That young girl? The one who couldn’t do anything? How’s that possible!"


    Merrill Caldwell hadpletely changed her style of dressing and makeup.


    Outsiders would hardly recognize her at a nce.


    And the way she spoke, along with her cold demeanor, didn’t seem like Merrill Caldwell at all.


    "Let’s go! Follow them! See what exactly is going on!" Julius Reed got up to leave the Romance Tavern.


    Just took a step, feeling a bit dizzy.


    This wine, really strong!