Chapter 1470: Chapter 1470: Night Raid
Pitch black!
The lights, gone.
The warehouse was plunged into darkness!
Both Nash Will and Micah Will.
Their hearts were filled with shock!
The reason was simple.
Does retribution truly exist in this world?
Bam!
Micah was the first to react!
He seized the mont when Nash Will was distracted, relying on mory, and threw a punch forward!
Nash Will, deep in thought and completely unguarded, was sent tumbling backward.
Strike while they’re down, finish them off!
Micah stood up and launched another punch!
Thud!
Misfortune knows no bounds, as the saying goes—bad luck even strikes when you least expect.
Micah’s punch landed squarely on the dagger Nash Will had in front of him.
He missed his target but ended up breaking three of his own fingers.
“Ah…”
He let out a sharp hiss, staggering toward the warehouse exit.
The night was so dark you couldn’t see your own hand.
Even for a Grandmaster-level fighter, the visibility didn’t extend beyond five ters.
Once outside the warehouse, Micah was confident he could escape and hide.
As a Vein Holder, despite being ravaged by indulgence in wine and won, he still had so skills left.
But a lack of sight didn’t equate to a lack of hearing.
Following the sound of footsteps, Nash Will hurled the dagger forward with precision!
Thud!
Unlucky Micah, blind to his surroundings, took the dagger to his calf.
He collapsed onto the warehouse floor, screaming in agony.
“You old bastard! Still trying to screw over!” Nash Will frantically scanned his surroundings, only to find nothing visible.
He could only rely on his keen hearing, inching closer to Micah step by step.
Whoosh!
A sharp sound pierced the air!
Nash Will struck with his single hand!
Landing squarely on Micah’s arm!
That dagger—Micah had pulled it from his calf and gripped it, attempting a counterattack.
But as fate would have it, years of overindulgence left him unable to wield the blade steadily.
“Hand over the ‘Nine Heavens Thorn,’ old bastard!” Nash Will slashed downward!
Severing Micah’s two tendons in his legs in one clean stroke!
No chance of running now.
“Ah…” Micah gasped sharply, his entire body trembling in pain!
His leg tendons!
“Nash Will, you’ll die a miserable death!” Even his curses were spoken weakly.
“Are you going to hand it over or not?” Nash Will fumbled in the dark but eventually retrieved the oil lamp.
Scrape!
He dragged the blade across the wall, sparking against the oil lamp.
A flicker of light appeared.
But suddenly.
Nash Will froze.
His eyes widened instantly!
As though seeing a ghost!
Right there, standing before him.
At so point unnoticed…
A man was standing there!
Crash!
The oil lamp fell to the ground.
Shattering completely.
Snap.
A sound echoed sharply.
Nash Will’s neck was violently twisted and snapped.
Thud!
Followed closely by the sound of a body collapsing onto the ground.
Micah was stunned.
Right before the lamp shattered, he saw a dark figure.
Bam!
The next mont.
A sharp hand strike landed on the side of his neck, knocking him unconscious.
…
Swimming City was under curfew.
But certain places, certain people, were destined to revel in their pleasures.
“Congratulations, Young Master!”
When Jace Will drunkenly staggered out of the brothel, a well-known local tycoon hurried to greet him.
It was an order from the Family Head of the Cook Family.
To ensure this Micah Will Young Master was treated well, no matter the cost.
Failure wasn’t just frowned upon—it ant decapitation!
The man had waited outside for three hours just to finally receive the drunken Jace Will.
“What… what did you say?” Jace Will’s face was flushed red, his drunken speech slurred: “I didn’t hear you clearly…”
Having killed his own father earlier today, thus ascending directly to the Pendleton Vein Holder position he had coveted for years, Jace Will was ecstatic.
Moreover, Pendleton had agreed to reconcile with them.
As long as Micah Will expressed loyalty to Pendleton and complied with their orders.
The only regret he had was being unable to locate the treasured ‘Nine Heavens Thorn.’
But none of that diminished the montous nature of today—this was undeniably a day worthy of celebration.
Jace Will had led his entourage to the brothel, indulging in drinks and pleasure.
And only now, in the early hours of the morning, did he stumble drunkenly outside.
“I said, congratulations, Young Master…” The tycoon said with a wide smile.
His family had long served the Cook Family, with ancestors once being stable workers in their manor.
Having co to greet Jace Will at the Family Head Gino Cook’s request, he aid to ensure no missteps.
“Young Master?”
Jace Will suddenly started laughing.
“Did you hear that? He called Young Master?” Jace Will turned back to his companions, pointing at himself with a chuckle.
“What do you think we should do about this?”
Seizing the throne!
Obtaining it dishonorably!
It was a thorn that pierced Jace Will’s heart!
He was now the legitimate master of Micah Will!
Even Pendleton had sent official docunts, confirming his position as Vein Holder.
But for a re local commoner from Swimming City to call him “Young Master”?
Preposterous!
“Court death!” Silas Will stepped forward, his gaze icy cold.
“I… misspoke!”
Thud!
The tycoon dropped to his knees, furiously slapping himself in the face.
“Please, have rcy, spare just this once!”
As he spoke, his body trembled, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
He had offended soone he couldn’t afford to provoke!
“Too late for apologies.” Jace Will sneered coldly: “So words I don’t want to hear twice!”
Slice!
Before he even finished speaking.
The longsword in his hand pierced the tycoon’s chest.
“You…”
The tycoon’s eyes widened in terror, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
He fell straight over.
Dying with deep resentnt.
“Master, what should we do with these others?” Silas Will gestured to the group of servants in front of them.
The tycoon had arrived with more than a dozen followers, hoping to make a grand impression on the Young Master.
Yet, it hadn’t gone as planned.
Death claid him here!
“Kill them all, just looking at them is irritating.” Jace Will waved his hand dismissively, turning to step into his personal car.
“Spare us! We are innocent!”
The servants scread miserably.
But it was of no use.
In Jace Will’s eyes, their lives held less value than weeds.
The ground was littered with corpses.
Aside from a few left behind to clean up the ss, Silas and the others all boarded the vehicles.
“Master, where to?”
The driver asked.
“Take a drive around Swimming City.”
Jace Will rolled down the car window, gazing at the pitch-dark streets.
If not for the brightness of the headlights, he wouldn’t have been able to see anything at all.
“Sir, would you like a newspaper?”
As chance would have it.
A young boy holding a newspaper appeared in front of Jace Will.
“Are you talking to ?” Jace Will froze for a mont, then chuckled in amusent.
Alcohol muddles the mind.
Late into the night!
Swimming City under curfew.
A newspaper vendor?
But because of his drunken state, Jace Will failed to sense the impending danger.
Silas Will, on the other hand, could tell that the boy lacked any noticeable power and deed him harmless.
Seeing Jace Will’s curiosity, Silas refrained from intervening, not wanting to dampen the new Vein Holder’s mood.
“A newspaper, huh? Tell , what’s written in it?” Jace Will grinned at the boy holding the newspaper: “Convince , and I’ll give you a hundred Swimming City Currency! Fail to convince , and I’ll take your life!”
A ga, just to pass the ti.
“The new Micah Will Vein Holder, killed outside a brothel late at night. Would you call that breaking news?”
The boy finished speaking and leapt backward in an instant!
“Watch out!”
Silas Will suddenly sensed danger!
Due to Swimming City’s curfew and Micah Will’s internal upheaval, Jace Will had only Silas as his Grandmaster escort.
He trusted no one else!
Unless Micah was dead, with the Nine Heavens Thorn in his hands!
Bang!
The next mont!
A figure hurtled through the air!
Smashing into the car door, dragging Jace Will out through the open window with force!
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