<h4>Chapter 2224: Chapter 2224: Tasting Honey</h4>


    Julius Reed turned to take a nce.


    His vision far surpasses that of ordinary people. Even with a distance of several hundred meters, he can still see the iing person’s face clearly.


    Lucien Radcliffe.


    Counted as an old friend.


    From the moment Julius Reed began following Devlin, he started having shes with Lucien Radcliffe andter learned about the rtionship between Lucien and Que Radcliffe.


    This Lucien Radcliffe is quite peculiar; as soon as she appears, she’s incredibly formidable.


    Completely different from ordinary martial artists.


    No matter how formidable or talented a martial artist is, there’s a learning process required.


    Yet Lucien Radcliffe, trapped in a pitch-ck basement, emerged with a surge of power within her.


    Lucien Radcliffe, after learning to control this power with the help of Devlin and Granny Xihua, became even stronger.


    But her power is different from others; an innate fervor within her body acts like a natural storage device, continuously absorbing energy.


    As she spends more time away from the cer, this energy bes increasingly potent.


    "Do you need me to solve this trouble for you?" Julius Reed held up his wine ss and clinked it with Pruitt Wilde.


    There was no need to reveal identities at times like this.


    Elwood Thorneycroft hadn’t spoken, and neither did he have a reason.


    Judging by personal acquaintance, Julius Reed and Pruitt Wilde have a fair rtionship.


    If it’s time to fight, fight; if it’s time to coborate, coborate.


    After all, there are no real friends in this world; it’s all about interests and status.


    Pranay Martinez is a typical example.


    Can be a friend with anyone, yet can be an enemy with anyone too.


    "You can’t handle it." Pruitt Wilde smiled, not at all like the ancient emperor he once was, just like a hearty, robust man.


    "If you can do it, you’re looking down on us." Julius Reed waved his hand: "Block her, have her detour, we’re eating here."


    "Forget it, the person is quite formidable. I appreciate everyone’s intentions." Pruitt Wilde was just about to stand, but found a hand resting on his shoulder.


    It was Shadow Kims.


    But Shadow Kims had changed his attire, concealed his aura, and now looked like a martial artist at the Great Grandmaster level.


    The Boulevard is now fraught with currents, along with quite a few local martial artists and plenty of experts.


    Pruitt Wilde didn’t think much of it.


    "Alright, since you all mean well, refusing would seem impolite of me. But I must remind you: that person kills without blinking and is incredibly adept. Even a Great Grandmaster might not escape alive in front of her."


    Pruitt Wilde sat down, picked up a big chunk of meat, and took a fierce bite.


    "Brother, your skills are great; it’s my first time tasting such delicious meat." He continued eating but kept his eyes on that spot.


    He’ll rush over to help the moment Lucien Radcliffe makes a move.


    The distance isn’t very far, and moreover, the man who had left indeed has some skills.


    It’s not a matter of dying upon meeting.


    Exchanging a couple of moves shouldn’t be a problem.


    Pruitt Wilde has gone through life and death and no longer cares about authority.


    He doesn’t want to engage in intrigues everywhere, days like sitting down to drink and eat have been absent for thousands of years.


    "If he’s in danger, I’ll still step in." Having finished the white wine in the bowl, Pruitt Wilde smiled and said: "After all, he came looking for me, if anything were to happen to this young brother, I wouldn’t feel at ease."


    "Ease up." Julius Reed picked up the wine jar, refilling Pruitt Wilde’s cup: "My people are more than capable to deal with these nobodies."


    "Nobodies..." Pruitt Wilde chuckled, saying nothing more.


    The world of the strong isn’t one that ordinary people canprehend.


    Over here, drinking and feasting, over there, Hawthorne had already stood up and walked a dozen meters outside.


    He walked slowly but his pace was swift.


    Within a few seconds, he appeared right in front of Lucien Radcliffe.


    "Move aside." Lucien Radcliffe nced at Hawthorne, umonly speaking.


    "Sorry, miss. They’re drinking and eating ahead, you can’t pass. I hope you can understand and amodate." Hawthorne spoke courteously.


    At the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the Saint Lord had always advised him to rule with virtue.


    Being ear-trained over the years, he knew well how to conduct himself.


    Courtesy is a must.


    It’s about morality, it’s about the face of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.


    "Please move aside." Lucien Radcliffe frowned; this person is quite odd.


    Yet since he was polite, and fairly handsome with a clean appearance, there was no need to be aggressive.


    "I’m sorry, really can’t let you." Hawthorne sped his hands together, very respectfully: "Miss, it would be best to take another route."


    "I see you’re very polite, I don’t want to kill you. But if you persist, I’ll have to make a move." Lucien Radcliffe’s tone was cold, clearly intending to instill fear.


    "I’m sorry, really can’t let you." Hawthorne sped his hands before him: "Miss, please have self-respect."


    "So it’s not negotiable, huh?" Lucien Radcliffe chuckled: "Too bad, such a polite young man."


    As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly flicked her right hand!


    The white silk sliced through the air like a sharp dagger, leaving a prating sound!


    ng!


    In Hawthorne’s previously joint hands appeared a dagger.


    The dagger glistened with cold light, slicing through the white silk.


    Bereft of power, Lucien Radcliffe leaned backward, falling from the motorcycle.


    Crashed into the snow.


    Pruitt Wilde, ready to act from a distance, couldn’t help but be surprised upon witnessing this.


    He lifted his butt off the snow, and sat back down.


    But his eyes continued to linger there.


    "This kid’s impressive, quick-witted, capable." Pruitt Wilde nodded in contentment, his eyes filled with approval: "But that girl is really formidable, knives and guns are ineffective, I should go..."


    Before he could finish his words, Shadow Kims’ hand was once again on his shoulder.


    "Sir, are you looking down on me?" Julius Reed pulled a bottle of wine from the snow, filling Pruitt Wilde’s cup: "Or do you think our people aren’t up to it?"


    "Ha ha." Pruitt Wilde chuckled, said no more, picking up the meat again, savoring it slowly.


    The taste of the roast is aromatic, even someone like Pruitt Wilde, who doesn’t need to eat, couldn’t help but eat more.


    But eating aside, his gaze remained across.


    "Young man, hiding a dagger behind a smile?" Lucien Radcliffe chuckled as she looked at Hawthorne: "Speaking sweetly, while holding a knife."


    "Sister, that’s your fault. If you’d left, none of this would’ve happened, right? But the problem is, you want to kill me, I can’t just let myself be beaten up, can I?" Hawthorne exined very intively: "Little brother apologizes to sister, hopes sister can leave."


    "Ha ha!" Lucien Radcliffe burst intoughter: "You’re just too cute. Today, let’s have a fight. If sister wins, I’ll insist on cutting your tongue, see if it’s smeared with honey!"


    She said, then swiftly released the white silk from her hand!


    With immense force, barely managed to push Hawthorne back!


    "Little brother’s tongue has no honey, yet sister’s face resembles a blooming flower, so tender and delicate?" Hawthorne closed his eyes, took a deep breath, intoxicated: "So fragrant!"