Chapter 493: Chapter 493: Wrap Up After the Fight_1
“It’s him!”
When they saw the face of the person striding across the waves, they cried out in unison.
The cor was none other than Julius Reed!
From the shore, he had watched the two sides fight to the death with a telescope before dashing over the waves.
“Is… is it him?”
Maurice Springs’s heart skipped a beat, realizing he had indeed fallen into a trap!
“You recognize him?”
The Three-Ard Underworld King glanced at his severed arm and coldly said, “This arm of mine was a gift from that man before us!”
“And my son, he too died by his hand!”
Maurice Springs coughed, clearly lacking strength and heavily injured.
“You’re not up for it, let handle this!”
The Three-Ard Underworld King laid Maurice Springs down on the ground, drew two steel swords, and walked toward Julius Reed.
Thump!
As he neared the ship, Julius Reed leaped gracefully, landing directly on the deck.
“Long ti no see, have you chosen your grave yet?”
Julius Reed looked at the Three-Ard Underworld King, whose arm he had severed, and asked with a smile.
“You… you’re not even… a monster… worth ntioning!”
He thought for a long ti before coming up with these few adjectives.
“We et again!”
The hands of the Three-Ard Underworld King that clutched the steel swords trembled.
He hated being called a monster the most, yet facing this man, he was at a loss for what to do.
Even with three arms, he was no match for Julius Reed, let alone when he was not yet recovered from serious injuries.
And lying behind him was Maurice Springs, on the brink of death.
“So, have you chosen that grave or not?”
Julius Reed asked aloud, “You ran away from such a nice place I offered to bury you at my own expense.”
Not having been able to kill the Three-Ard Underworld King last ti was a regret in Julius Reed’s heart.
But nothing could be done, the place was all forest, and when the Three-Ard Underworld King resolved to flee, no one could stop him.
After all, he was an old hand at killing, not weak in the least.
“I won’t choose it, I want to kill you,” the Three-Ard Underworld King said calmly.
“Now this is the sea, you have nowhere to escape! In the forest, you could run and I couldn’t keep you, but here, you are as good as caged!”
Julius Reed looked at the boundless sea, speaking with considerable confidence.
“So you’ve been plotting all this just to lure out to sea?”
The Three-Ard Underworld King stared coldly at Julius Reed, gripping the steel sword even tighter.
He had been seriously injured and had planned to leave the Five-river Province and return to Deep Cold to report the situation, taking the ti to recover.
But because he was not in his own country, taking the water route was the safest.
However, no sooner had he set sail than he received a ssage from Deep Cold, asking him to co back to aid Maurice Springs.
It seed now that all of this was orchestrated by the man before him.
The Three-Ard Underworld King’s escape techniques were outstanding; if he chose to flee, very few could stop him.
But in this vast sea, there was no room to maneuver.
“You could say that! I have decided to give you a sea burial,” Julius Reed pointed to the endless sea, “I once gave you the chance to be buried properly, but you didn’t cherish it. Now, you get to feed the fish in the ocean!”
“Who’s going to die is still uncertain! You’re that confident?”
The Three-Ard Underworld King, after thinking hard and realizing he had no way out, decided that his only chance of survival was to kill the man before him.
Aside from that, there was no other solution!
“Then let’s get on with it. I still have to go ho and spend ti with my wife!”
Julius Reed spoke nonchalantly, which infuriated the Three-Ard Underworld King greatly.
Disdain, the sheer, unmasked disdain!
He was, after all, the long-serving Chief Shadow Warrior of Deep Cold!
But now, to be treated with such disrespect!
“Then let’s do this! Today I will make sure you are buried at sea!”
The Three-Ard Underworld King suddenly lunged forward, his two steel swords dancing wildly in the air!
“You… today you will certainly die!”
Whoosh!
Julius Reed leaped into the air, his golden whip flying out directly from his sleeve!
Clang! Clang!
Following the sound of two collisions, the steel sword in the Three-Ard Underworld King’s hand was directly severed!
“You!”
The severely injured man spurted out a mouthful of blood as the shock jarred him further.
“Your death is not at all unjust.”
Julius Reed held up the ring on his hand and asked with a smile, “Recognize it?”
“This…”
The Three-Ard Underworld King felt it was familiar but couldn’t for the life of him rember where he had seen it.
“This is the Dragon Ring.”
With one sentence, Julius Reed shocked the Three-Ard Underworld King into speechlessness, as if he had been struck by thunder.
“The Dragon Ring… When the Dragon Ring erges, a thousand gods will perish… The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, you are its Young Master…”
Splat!
Before he could finish, Julius Reed’s golden whip pierced through the Three-Ard Underworld King’s body: “You can’t escape.”
Thump!
With a shove, the Three-Ard Underworld King fell onto the deck with eyes wide open.
“Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance…”
As he uttered the last three words, he lost all signs of life.
And Maurice Springs, already nearly half-dead on the deck, turned as pale as death when he heard Julius Reed’s words.
The Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, an existence like a deity.
To think he had fancied his chances against this young man.
“How foolish I have been…”
Maurice Springs cried out loudly and plucked a crossbow arrow from the ground, ending his own life!
If he didn’t die, his life would be worse than death!
…
“Boss, that was quick?”
Watching the two boats burning fiercely on the river, Aron Jackson, following behind Julius Reed, asked, “Did we get anything?”
According to the intelligence, the people on these boats were very formidable.
And in the end, he saw through his binoculars that even the Three-Ard Underworld King had hurried over.
Such a powerful alliance had indeed worried Aron Jackson a bit beforehand.
“That was quick?”
Julius Reed laughed lightly: “I was just kindly persuading them. Why can’t we sit together, have a Coke, eat so sunflower seeds? Why must we fight and kill! So, they felt ashad and all committed suicide.”
“Believe you, my foot!”
Aron Jackson put away his binoculars as if suddenly rembering sothing important: “Oh right, boss, your wife sent you a ssage.”
Since Julius Reed was going out to sea and worried that Quella Radcliffe wouldn’t be able to find him or might run into trouble, he had been keeping his phone with Aron Jackson.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier!”
Julius Reed snatched the phone and looked at the ssage.
“Three million to sign Nando Brandon for an endorsent?”
Quella Radcliffe briefly explained the signing process in the ssage, her words brimming with joy.
But to Julius Reed, this matter was not so simple.
Nando Brandon, being such a big na, would have an endorsent fee starting at at least ten million.
Moreover, with a concert coming up and judging by his reported proud nature, it was unlikely Quella Radcliffe and her colleagues would even get an audience with him.
How could they have possibly signed this contract directly?
“There’s sothing fishy about this, look into it for .”
Julius Reed showed the ssage to Aron Jackson.
“Definitely sothing fishy!”
Aron Jackson also felt sothing was amiss: “What can three million get you? Even five million wouldn’t be enough for Nando Brandon’s endorsent. The Enlighten Group isn’t stupid, why would they do this?”
He took out his phone and made a call: “Find out imdiately who visited the hotel where Arvid Woody is staying today!”
Gonzalez City was full of Aron Jackson’s people, even Valentine’s Hotel, where Arvid Woody was staying, had hidden owners behind the scenes who were employees of Aron Jackson’s employees.
Soon, a call ca back.
“Bran Cook was there, and we’ve got the recording of that mont!”
After saying this, the person on the other end sent a video clip to Aron Jackson via WeChat.
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