"Poof!"
After three seconds of stiffness, Old Mr. Smith staggered back a few steps, his eyes wide open.
He summoned his last ounce of strength, trembling as he raised his finger, pointing at Julius Reed.
But in the end, he couldn’t say the words, couldn’t get the answer.
And he died.
Thud!
The sound of Old Mr. Smith’s body hitting the ground was extraordinarily piercing.
Many people shuddered, their eyes filled with fear.
Originally, they were waiting to see a good show.
Distant Sword Control, sothing they had only ever seen in novels or television before.
They had never seen such a true master.
Everyone’s curiosity and sense of anticipation had been heightened.
But no one thought that the sword would pierce Old Mr. Smith’s own neck!
Killing him instantly.
The crowd was caught off guard, completely clueless about what happened.
Having lost his pillar, Peak Smith fell to his knees with a thud.
Tears streaming down!
Old Mr. Smith was his stabilizing force, Peak Smith owed everything he had today to this Great Grandmaster.
But now, Old Mr. Smith was dead.
He had no idea how to face the nacing Miguel Abbott.
The opponent ca in killing people, he was anything but ready to let it go.
"Stand up," Julius Reed said calmly, "Stand up, you are the chairman of the Fiver-river Group, today is your birthday banquet. At the very least, speak standing."
"Didn’t you hear tell you to stand up?"
Jovany Leopold dashed over and kicked Peak Smith!
Bang!
This usually domineering chairman was now kicked away like a ball!
Slamming against the wall.
Face covered in blood, continually moaning.
"I’m talking to you now, trying to make sense of things, but you clearly do not want any respect!"
Jovany Leopold walked over, lifting Peak Smith as if he were a chick.
The people below held their breath, not daring to breathe a single gasp.
Afraid the next unfortunate one would be them.
Recalling the previous speaker’s tongue being cut out, dead on the table.
Everyone could only lower their heads, pretending not to see anything.
But their ears, they could still hear Peak Smith’s moans.
This once powerful figure in Gonzalez City, now like a dead dog, being beaten.
This contrast made them suddenly feel insecure.
"Stand," Jovany Leopold said rcilessly.
"Alright..."
Peak Smith trembled, unable to stand!
Not only was he injured, but excessive fear made his legs shake, unable to support him!
"I... I can’t stand!" Peak Smith raised his bloody face, looking at Jovany Leopold.
"What, do I look scary to you? Am I a ghost?" Jovany Leopold grabbed Peak Smith’s collar, speaking coldly, "Don’t look at like that, do you believe I’ll dig out your eyes!"
"No! I beg you! As long as you spare , I’ll give you everything. Miguel Abbott... Mr. Abbott!"
Peak Smith thought these people were called by Miguel Abbott, and hurriedly knelt to the ground, constantly bowing to Miguel Abbott, "Mr. Abbott, you’re magnanimous, forgive this ti! I will never dare again! Please, give a way out! I’m begging you!"
Bang!
Despite his painful body and blood-stained face, he bowed heavily to the ground.
It was loud.
Everyone present heard it.
They swallowed, feeling a chill directly to their core!
Ten minutes ago, Peak Smith was the king of Five-river Province.
He hosted a birthday banquet here, all the elite of Five-river Province were here!
Not a single one absent!
But ten minutes later.
This once influential figure, was on his knees.
Wretched!
While the once fallen Miguel Abbott now looked like the victor.
Turning the tables, so easy.
Previously, it was impossible to turn the tables!
It would take decades of lying in wait!
An unbreakable business empire!
Especially the relationships and complexities within, even more terrifying.
The cake was for everyone, once soone moved the cake, it would be flipping the table.
The ga rules, were not so easily changed.
But now!
In Five-river Province, changing everything took just a minute.
Back then Peak Smith appeared at the foot of Miguel Abbott’s office building with Old Mr. Smith and that Grandmaster, the rules of this world were destined to change.
Force, is the best solution.
Money, power, all useless.
Just like now, with Old Mr. Smith dead, Peak Smith imdiately knelt down.
Begging Miguel Abbott for rcy.
And Miguel Abbott himself never imagined things would change so quickly.
He once thought Julius Reed would be in danger, his heart was remorseful.
Regretting bringing Julius Reed into the chaos.
But never expecting it would be this easy.
Peak Smith was finished.
Simply because Old Mr. Smith died.
Behind him stood soone more formidable than Old Mr. Smith!
When Miguel Abbott looked at Julius Reed again, his gaze changed.
Everything seed so unfamiliar.
Was this still the son-in-law of the Radcliffe Family?
But Julius Reed’s every move felt so familiar.
"Old buddy, my brother wants you to speak standing, yet you insist on kneeling, isn’t this disrespecting my brother?"
Jovany Leopold laughed, grabbed Peak Smith’s neck and pinned him against the wall.
"You seem really unable to stand. Let help you then?"
Crack!
A dagger appeared in Jovany Leopold’s hand at so unknown ti!
He stabbed fiercely!
The dagger went through Peak Smith’s bone, pinned into the wall!
Very secure!
"Ah!"
Peak Smith couldn’t help but scream in pain, veins popping up on his face, he appeared to go crazy.
Pain!
He usually lived well cared for, never suffered like this!
"Please..."
"If begging worked, this world would be peaceful. But unfortunately, begging ans nothing to ."
Julius Reed shook his head, turned to look at Miguel Abbott, "The tis have changed, to survive, you need to learn to be ruthless."
"Understood!" Miguel Abbott’s eyes were cold, recalling his family’s ordeal, and the struggles he himself faced during this ti!
Miguel Abbott picked up a dinner knife, stepped forward!
During this, he passed through the crowd!
Those who once called Miguel Abbott brother, voluntarily lowered their heads.
Terrify!
They had no face to et Miguel Abbott, also worried about Miguel Abbott’s revenge.
Thud!
Soone unknown led the way, kneeling to the ground.
His kneeling prompted other guests to stand up and likewise kneel down.
It was as if welcoming a new king.
The sides were filled with people kneeling.
At this mont, Miguel Abbott suddenly felt a sense of daze.
He raised the dagger, walked to Peak Smith.
"Brother Abbott, I beg you... I’ll be your ox and horse, I’ll be your dog alright! Just spare ! From now on..."
"There is no future."
Stab!
Miguel Abbott stabbed down!
Peak Smith’s eyes widened, his body twitched a few tis.
Dead.
Clatter!
The bloodstained dagger fell to the ground.
Miguel Abbott turned around, knelt down facing Julius Reed.
Thud!
"Stand up, you and I are friends. Once your matters are settled, it’s ti to deal with my own."
Julius Reed said as he turned around.
Seeing a familiar face.
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