<h4>Chapter 2225: Chapter 2225: Another Hawthorne</h4>


    "Shameless! Disgusting!"


    Lucien Radcliffe blushed, feeling insulted.


    At the Hidden Gate, everyone called her the Witch.


    The meaning of Witch was killing without batting an eye, without emotion.


    Lucien quite liked this title.


    But now, someone dared to tease her?


    For so long, no man had ever dared to speak indecently to her.


    Lucien felt very angry, but also had another feeling.


    Clearly, she wanted to kill him immediately, but when she tried, it felt like she wasn’t using enough strength.


    The force wasn’t fierce enough.


    "Miss, you look beautiful when you’re angry, but you’re far more beautiful when you’re happy," Hawthorne took several steps back, gently closing the dagger in his hand and cing it at his waist. "I’ve never had the intention to kill you, here, this is my sincerity."


    "Stop talking nonsense! I’m going to break your teeth and cut off your tongue!"


    Lucien floated in the air, the white silk in her hand constantly shaking like a wave.


    Swaying and twisting, but if touched, it would be fatal with no survival!


    Hawthorne bent down and grabbed a snowball.


    He gently threw it towards Lucien.


    Boom!


    The snowball exploded instantly!


    The sttered snowkes were like sharp des, shredding the white silk!


    Lucien lost the pull of the white silk in her hand and quickly shed back.


    Though surprised, she quickly reacted, throwing out another white silk from her sleeve.


    "Sister, how much do you have hidden?" Hawthorne widened his eyes, innocently looking at the white silk, and said rather helplessly, "Women can really hide things on their bodies."


    He took a deep breath, brought his hands together, and slowly shed forward!


    Crack!


    The white silk shattered again!


    From a distance, Pruitt Wilde was astonished.


    He even forgot to swallow the meat at his lips.


    "My goodness, what kind of technique is this?"


    As an ancient emperor, his skills naturally surpassed Hawthorne’s, but seeing such techniques in the hands of a young man couldn’t help but impress him.


    Especially, this young man seemed very young, yet his methods were extremely ruthless!


    Every strike seamlessly switched between killing and injuring.


    When he struck, he was full of killing intent!


    He was razor-sharp!


    But when the young man approached his target, the killing intent dissipated, so at the end, it was almost just injuring.


    A lethal move, yet carried a touch of gentleness.


    "Who is that kid to you?" Pruitt Wilde looked at Julius Reed. "He’s quite unusual. I’ve practiced martial arts for years and never met someone like this. Truly peculiar, interesting."


    "He’s my bodyguard, do you believe it?" Julius Reed lifted his cup, clinking it with Pruitt Wilde’s.


    "I believe, of course. When does the boss go out to fight while the subordinate sits here drinking and eating?" Pruitt Wilde chuckled lightly, finishing the wine in his ss.


    After several exchanges, he roughly saw that Lucien couldn’t harm the young girl.


    Since that was the case, there was no need for him to worry.


    "Then do you think I’m powerful?" Julius Reed suddenly asked.


    Pruitt Wilde was stunned for a moment and asked seriously, "Are you serious?"


    "Of course, I’m serious," Julius Reed nodded.


    "Then let me be honest, don’t get angry," Pruitt Wilde raised his cup, and Shadow Kims filled it for him.


    "Speak, truthfully!" Julius Reed was also curious about what Pruitt Wilde wanted to say.


    Time really could change a person.


    The former Pruitt Wilde was full of killing intent, worshipping force!


    He led his tribe to fight everywhere, leaving rivers of blood wherever they went.


    But now, this former emperor looked just like an honest man.


    Sitting hereughing heartily, drinking and eating, the killing intent had long dissipated from him.


    In Pruitt Wilde’s own words, having lived and died once, he feltpletely different.


    Rare is the blurring of truth, rare are the ordinary days.


    "Frankly, you’re nothing," Pruitt Wildeughed heartily. "Typically, powerful people don’t need to act personally. With such capable subordinates, do you still need to practice martial arts? With that time, strategize and make ns, you’d be more than enough to be a local hero."


    Pruitt Wilde shrugged, speaking frankly, "At first, I underestimated you. Sorry, I’ll drink to that!"


    He drank a cup of liquor with no sign of intoxication.


    "Brother, you drank my good wine, it pains me. At least bring your own wine and then talk about apologies." Julius Reed loudly whispered.


    And in the distance, Hawthorne kept dodging, refusing to fight.


    Lucien was getting anxious, using many techniques but failing to kill Hawthorne or break through his block.


    The two were in a stalemate.


    "Where is the old brother going?" Julius Reed and Pruitt Wilde drank for half an hour while the fight raged on.


    "Going with the flow," Pruitt Wilde stood up, looked at the sky, and smiled, "Thanks for the wine, I’m leaving. If fate allows us to meet again, it’s my treat."


    "Going to the Hidden Gate?" Julius Reed’s words suddenly made Pruitt Wilde tense.


    The previous friendliness vanished, reced by wariness.


    "Who are you?" He nced at Lucien, then at Julius Reed, unable to help narrowing his eyes.


    "Tell me, what are you going there for? We’ve shared a drink, we’re friends by now. Hidden Gate is my enemy, if you need anything, I’ll help you," Julius Reed sped his hands behind his back, calm as the wind and clouds.


    "I told you, you’re cunning. But if I just left today, wouldn’t it be such a beautiful memory?"


    Pruitt Wilde looked up at the sky, muttering to himself, "Why does everything have to be soplicated?"


    "It’s notplicated," Julius Reed walked closer, standing very near Pruitt Wilde. "I know you disdain aligning with them. Though I don’t know who you are, your honesty sets you apart from them. I genuinely want to help you; you don’t mind, do you?"


    "Haha. Now I’m starting to question if you’ve been waiting here for me. But nobody knows my route, no one knows my identity either. Never mind, I’ve drunk the wine already, one more word won’t hurt. I just want to find myself, is that enough?" Pruitt Wilde looked at Julius Reed, very serious.


    It wasn’t a joke.


    "You’ve lost yourself?" Julius Reed asked in return.


    "Yes, only the Hidden Gate can truly remove something from my body that doesn’t belong to me. I’m tired, I dream every day, there’s another person inside me. He wasn’t killed, just suppressed, and might seize control of my body and mind at any moment."


    After saying that, Pruitt Wilde seemed to realize he’d said too much, "I suppose you don’t believe me."


    "I believe you, but what does the Hidden Gate have that can help you? I’ll get it for you," Julius Reed waved his hand, "Drive him away!"


    "Yes." Hawthorne no longer evaded.


    He unbuttoned one button on his chest, and his whole aura became extremely terrifying!


    Whoosh!


    Hawthorne suddenly smashed a punch!


    Directly shocking Lucien away!


    "Is he for real?" Pruitt Wilde’s eyes narrowed slightly, feeling surprised.