The first floor of the Gills Alliance with hundreds of people.
Quiet like a morgue.
No one spoke, even their breathing was constantly restrained.
Afraid that loud breathing might draw attention.
Branigan Sinclair is dead.
Died swiftly and decisively.
Didn’t even leave any last words, just mysteriously died.
It seems that a blood hole in his forehead was declaring his death.
Proving he was truly dead, not faking it.
rrill Caldwell flicked her sleeve, shaking off the li powder, and incredulously looked at the back in front of her.
She said nothing, for the ti to speak would co naturally.
Trent Marsh?
If you want to conquer Boulevard, you must first ask if rrill Caldwell agrees.
Starting today, she will guard the Northwest for this man, guard these Boulevard mountains!
All martial artists of Boulevard should rember the na Julius Reed.
Rember the king here.
"Kill." rrill Caldwell opened her mouth, lightly uttering a word.
Swoosh!
All the Caldwell Family servants drew their swords and directly charged at the people of the Fifty-Four Departnts!
"Too arrogant! We, Fifty-Four Departnts, are at least fifty-four families! How can we sit and wait for death? Today, even if we have to risk our lives, we will kill you!"
Soone drew a weapon and rose in resistance!
"Among you, I have long arranged people, and more than half! Starting now, whoever kills three clan leaders can avoid death." rrill Caldwell said calmly.
Upon hearing this, many felt a chill in their hearts!
They...
Soone has actually betrayed them!
There’s a traitor among us!
"Kill!"
Soone, like mad, thought of their desperate situation, wanted Branigan Sinclair’s death!
Wanted Caldwell’s invincibility!
They started striking companions for survival, for the selfishness inherent in human nature!
Screams filled the air!
With the Caldwell Family’s intervention, the already chaotic and warring Fifty-Four Departnts had people continuously falling in puddles of blood.
The martial artists who were drinking were shocked by the scene!
A grand branch of martial arts, the Boulevard Martial Sect, was having a feud right in front of them?
Killing each other?
These people touched their heads, feeling their trip had been worthwhile.
rrill Caldwell ignored them; in her eyes, the lives of these ants were not worth ntioning.
She walked a few steps and stood behind Julius Reed.
This once again tugged many people’s nerves.
Rumor has it this kid slept with Mrs. Leopold of the Gills Alliance and hit Prince Sinclair.
Now, the Caldwell Family Head has co over; what are they up to?
"Can I have a word?" rrill Caldwell’s voice was not low but carried a tone of pleading.
Upon saying this, many people’s eyes widened!
What kind of attitude is this?
Plea?
Or an attempt to curry favor?
Such a humble rrill Caldwell was a stark contrast to the one who just effortlessly killed amid her laughter!
"Damn it, so being handso lets you do as you please?" soone grumbled inside, feeling very unconvinced.
"Jealousy is just sour emotions," soone raised a wine glass, starting to drink away their annoyance.
Originally, they expected another battle, but what they got was this situation.
"Does anyone know who that kid is? Gills Alliance has been open for so long, ever since it opened, I’ve been here, and never heard of any affair involving Mrs. Leopold."
"Today, out of nowhere, they went straight to bed." A rcenary raised his wine jug, his tone filled with jealousy.
"No significant status, if there was, would the Sinclair family dare to stir trouble? In my opinion, looks are justice."
"I also think I look good, why doesn’t it work for ?" a pretty boy sighed.
"He’s a real man, what are you? You’re a sissy! Speak more, and I’ll deal with you tonight!"
The rough man’s words scared the pretty boy into silence.
anwhile, Julius Reed, the center of attention, picked up his wine glass and didn’t respond to rrill Caldwell’s words.
After drinking three glasses of wine, he slowly stood up and nodded.
"Alright."
"Thank you." rrill Caldwell instinctively clenched her small fists, the initial unease and anxiety in her eyes were gone, leaving only delight.
"Give them so money, tidy up the aftermath. After all, Mrs. Leopold also does business and needs to make money. You’ve killed so many people here, it has disrupted their operations." Julius Reed said calmly.
"How dare he speak like that?"
"Teaching the Caldwell Family Head how to do things?"
Many curiously discussed.
But rrill Caldwell simply nodded obediently, uttering a subtle and almost inaudible ’hmm.’
"My god! It’s not fair!"
"It’s too unfair! Why are pretty girls so gentle with him, yet so ruthless when it cos to killing!"
"You don’t understand, this is called the notorious player persona! Naturally attracts won!"
The rcenaries here, mostly young martial artists, seeing this scene, felt even sourer than eating a lemon.
"Thank you." From upstairs, Elwood Thorneycroft chuckled lightly.
Even blew Julius Reed a flying kiss.
"No problem." Julius Reed turned around and ford a heart with his hands for him.
The whole Gills Alliance, wailing.
"Save ..." A Boulevard martial artist, injured, crawled to Julius Reed’s feet, mouth full of blood, crying: "I beg you, save ..."
Crack!
Julius Reed stepped down, directly breaking his neck.
At the sa ti, with a slight grind of his foot, kicked the corpse away.
Previously ca to kill him, now begging for help?
Even a saint would have a hard ti not feeling like taking action against them.
"How did you recognize , how did you know I was here?" Julius Reed stepped on the snow, looking up at the sky. "I was very concealed, and I hadn’t exposed myself."
This was sothing he couldn’t figure out.
Now it seed, rrill Caldwell’s appearance was definitely not by chance.
"I..." rrill Caldwell lowered her head, like a girl who did sothing wrong, weakly asking: "I didn’t delay you, did I?"
"Oh no, no delay. Don’t worry, no one recognized this ti." Julius Reed smiled, turning his head to look at rrill Caldwell’s cute little face: "I still rember the first ti eting you in Swimming City, it was quite amusing. The Ghost Market during that ti, truly nostalgic."
"Yeah." rrill Caldwell was a bit delighted. "Actually... there is sothing I’ve never told you."
"Don’t tell you’re pregnant and it’s my child." Julius Reed joked: "I know whether I’ve done it or not."
rrill Caldwell giggled, no longer feeling the tension from before.
She knew Julius Reed did it intentionally to make her relax.
"I can feel your presence, and even, I am your servant. If you die, I too will die. My being alive, entirely thanks to you."
rrill Caldwell extended a hand, watching the snowflakes land in her palm: "When you saved , I was nearly dead. But because of your power, your essence entered my body, allowing to live to this day. After that cat left, you replaced it."
"Is that so?" Julius Reed extended his hand, grabbing rrill Caldwell’s wrist, and pushed up her sleeve a bit.
Sure enough!
There were three small, indistinct tattoos on rrill Caldwell’s arm.
A snake, a tiger, and a bull.
Three shadowy forms of Nether Beasts were within rrill Caldwell.
"This is troubleso indeed." Julius Reed murmured: "I can’t have you tagging along for life, can I..."
"But... but I’m willing..." rrill Caldwell blinked, her eyes turning red.
"It’s over, she’s infatuated." Julius Reed patted her head: "I’ll make you an independent person. Rest assured in Boulevard, Trent Marsh won’t co, and won’t set foot in Boulevard."
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