<h4>Chapter 2234: Chapter 2234: Deception</h4>


    Didn’t get to eat duck blood.


    But in the hot pot, there’s plenty of human blood sttered.


    The maid of the Caldwell Family was just about to serve the dishes when she felt a knife across her neck.


    The strength in her body kept draining, and she copsed softly onto the floor.


    "Anyone who dares to move, dies!"


    A Martial Artist with disheveled hair stood in the room, looking a mess, with a knife in his hand still dripping with blood.


    They fled all the way from below and just happened to see people eating hot pot in this room, so they burst in.


    Being served by maids and enjoying like this, they must be the owners here.


    Behind him, over a dozen Martial Artists also broke in.


    "Damn it, I’m hungry too, perfect timing for a bite!" One person looked at thevish spread on the table, unable to resist his hunger.


    "I’m not full, but this meal was ruined." Shadow Kims put down his chopsticks, his face devoid of any emotional fluctuation.


    "Me too. And so cruelly killing an innocent girl like that." Hawthorne looked at the maid on the floor, dead with her eyes open, and grinned.


    "Cut the crap, get someone to serve us right. Once we wanna leave, we’ll leave." The Martial Artist who killed swaggered toward the two.


    "It’s been half a year since I’ve had hot pot." Just as he reached the table, Hawthorne suddenly stood up.


    "You killed an innocent girl, how are you going to ount for that?"


    Even the most mild-mannered person has moments of losing their temper.


    "Heh." The man sneered, cing his knife at Hawthorne’s neck: "Believe it or not, I can kill you too? I kill as I wish, you ask me why?"


    "So you’re saying reasoning with you won’t work?" Hawthorne said calmly.


    "Reasoning?" The man acted as if he’s heard the funniest joke in the world, yet his smile hadn’t even faded when he was suddenly pressed into the boiling hot pot!


    "Mmm..."


    The man struggled desperately, water sshing everywhere.


    But it was futile.


    Hawthorne’s hand was like a giant iron mp, holding him down, not allowing an inch of movement.


    After over ten seconds.


    The man became still.


    The boiling water had cooked his face thoroughly.


    "Retreat!"


    Seeing theirpanion perish miserably, someone instantly realized these two were not to be trifled with.


    Bam!


    Just then, a gunshot sounded.


    Shadow Kims raised the golden handgun, and the first Martial Artist toppled to the ground, blood seeping from his head.


    The more it seeped, the more it pooled.


    "If you don’t want to die,e here, sit down." Shadow Kims pulled out a knife from his pocket and directly decapitated that man in the hot pot.


    "All of you sit down, wasn’t the talk about wanting hot pot? Now, if anyone doesn’t finish all that’s here, no one leaves."


    Upon hearing this, everyone’s stomachs churned with nausea.


    "Fight with you!" Someone drew a knife and charged!


    Bam!


    The gunshot rang again.


    "Can’t even get close, yet you want to fight me?"


    He fired several shots, leaving only a room full of corpses.


    "Something probably happened below, go check on the master." Shadow Kims patted Hawthorne on the shoulder: "Protect Miss Caldwell. Could be your Fourteenth Sister-inw."


    "Is it possible?" Hawthorne asked, gossipy.


    "That depends on..."


    Shadow Kims chuckled: "I’m off."


    As he walked out of the room, he encountered Julius Reed emerging from a deep pit.


    "Just saw a sh of blood." Shadow Kims approached, pointing southward: "The blood fled south, Pruitt Wilde followed it."


    "This blood is really strange. Do you have a phone, lend it to me." Julius Reed reached out his hand.


    His phone had always been with Hawthorne, not convenient during fights.


    Taking the phone, he called Long Wu.


    "Do you know about the power of wind and fire?" Julius Reed opened directly.


    As the Saintess of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Long Wu’s status should be equal to Silvio Reed, some matters, even if she didn’t know, she should at least have heard.


    "No." Long Wu confirmed: "Never heard of it, where are you, what’s happened?"


    "Then let me ask you, back when the Nether Beasts were created, what was the basis? Such numerous andplex Nether Beasts, don’t tell me they were all made by Silvio Reed and Trent Marsh, I don’t believe that."


    "As for the Nether Hall and the divine realm, I know nothing. However, Julius Reed, I must tell you something now. A day ago, Hidden Gate’s people stormed Gonzalez City, broke through all our defenses. In Gonzalez, only Copper Sparrow Terrace remains safe."


    Long Wu’s tone remained calm, continuing: "Hidden Gate was encircled and ughtered after upying Gonzalez for ten hours, everyone from Hidden Gate there was killed. Gonzalez’s Martial Artists are all in the square. Our strength can only hold for ten hours at most."


    "Hidden Gate? Hidden Gate actually went to Gonzalez?" Julius Reed hadn’t paid much attention to this force.


    Now it seems, everything was a false front, their true aim was Gonzalez.


    But what does Gonzalez have?


    Why would it drive these people mad?


    "Your wife Que Radcliffe is one of their targets. I’ve noticed, her physique is unique, to many Martial Artists, it’s a shortcut for breakthrough. But rest assured, as long as I’m here, I’ll protect her." Long Wu seemingly knows what Julius Reed is thinking.


    "Are you sure this attack on Gonzalez isn’t a feint?" Julius Reed thought for a while, suddenly realizing the martial arts world has changed.


    Illusion and reality, truth and falsehood.


    Many people act just like him, erratic, hard to predict.


    "Whether it’s a feint, I don’t know, but Trent Marsh’s forces are undeniably elite." Long Wu finished speaking, then noise erupted outside.


    "Now, I have to resist."


    She hung up the call.


    Beside her, Que Radcliffe was tied to a chair, staring angrily at Long Wu: "Why did you lie to him?"


    "He’s lost control." Long Wu closed her eyes, sensing, muttering to herself: "I’m outside his control, he deceived me. Otherwise, when I said you’re in danger, he would’ve said he loves me."


    "You..." Que Radcliffe closed her eyes, shook her head, said no more.


    "Moreover, Trent Marsh’s people have indeed surrounded, Hidden Gate was also just repelled, strictly speaking, I didn’t deceive him." Long Wu waved her hand, immediately divine people came in outside.


    "You’re immune to the power of that watch, keep an eye on him."


    "Yes!"


    The divine people nodded.


    That watch is effective on everyone, but to them, it has no effect.


    At this time, on Boulevard Mountain, Julius Reed stood in the snow, slowly closed his eyes.


    That painting, ever since the three Nether Beasts were tamed, has been much more obedient.


    The frame and paper are merely carriers.


    As long as it desires, it can appear anywhere.


    "Tell me how Gonzalez is now."


    Julius Reed silently recited in his heart.


    On the snow, a giant painting slowly emerged.


    Que Radcliffe was tied to a chair, with several peculiarly dressed people standing beside her.


    While Long Wu stood in front of Que Radcliffe.


    "She deceived me." Julius Reed smiled and nced at Shadow Kims.