Chapter 741: Chapter 741: Qingming_1
“What’s going on? The power’s out?”
“Where’s the ergency power?”
“Waiter!”
The mont the hotel plunged into darkness.
A series of exclamations erupted from the dining table.
When darkness suddenly envelops, the body instinctively feels fear.
But then—
A black cloth descended from above, enveloping them all.
It seed to carry a faint scent of herbs.
It was irresistibly soothing to the mind.
Seconds later.
These people were sprawled over the dining tables.
Soundly asleep.
Only the groups who arrived later were left awake in the room.
“Subordinate Sheldon Casey, I greet the esteed Dave and Bartley Hawthorne!”
Sheldon Casey excitedly knelt on the ground, watching the approaching crowd draw closer.
The entire Star of the Prosperous Age Hotel was filled with an atmosphere of joy.
A grand red wedding palanquin!
A wedding procession!
And the ever-growing sound of the suona!
At the forefront were two masked people with blades.
The one on the left had a ‘Dave’ character embroidered on the chest of his clothing.
The one on the right had a ‘Bartley’ character embroidered on the chest of his clothing.
The young master of Ghost Valley had four mighty generals under him!
Dave, Bartley, Yuan, and Song.
All four were formidable in their martial skills.
Whenever they showed up, blood was sure to flow like a river.
“Sheldon Casey, where is the Young Madam?”
Dave Hawthorne halted his steps, his cold gaze sweeping across the Star of the Prosperous Age Hotel.
“General, the woman is under the black cloth!”
Sheldon Casey excitedly stood up, pointing to Quella Radcliffe’s location.
“Good!”
Bartley Hawthorne stepped out, eyeing those in the room who hadn’t yet fainted, and with a fierce flick of his sleeve—
Whoosh!
A plu of white smoke instantaneously shot forth!
It rushed straight at Terry Moore and the others!
The smoke could swiftly render people unconscious but wasn’t particularly harmful to their health.
Ghost Valley always operated in secrecy, disliking any knowledge of their actions.
For every operation, they would surely anesthetize any unrelated bystanders.
“Be careful!”
Facing the white smoke barreling towards them, Terry Moore imdiately stripped off his clothes!
Violently twirling them in his hands!
Then!
He threw them out!
“Hmm? Sowhat skilled.”
Bartley Hawthorne watched Terry Moore, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.
“You actually managed to wrap all of my smoke inside your clothes.”
“Just a trivial trick.”
Terry Moore grinned, appearing simple and honest.
“Have you ever considered, working under ? With your skills, I can assure you a lifeti of carefree sustenance.”
Bartley Hawthorne looked down from above and said.
As if this was a trendous favor he was bestowing upon Terry Moore.
“General, that must not happen!”
Sheldon Casey imdiately gestured with his hands: “This is a bodyguard from the Leocadia Family of the capital, he will surely bear ill will towards you! And… and he’s friends with Julius Reed, while the future Young Madam is Julius Reed’s wife!”
If Terry Moore were to submit to Ghost Valley, then Sheldon Casey would no longer have good days ahead!
The one reputed to be the capital’s number-one expert, Terry Moore, would definitely be given importance even in Ghost Valley!
And him?
What would beco of him?
“Sorry, I’m not interested.”
Terry Moore imdiately shook his head in refusal.
Wasn’t his current life good?
Training with punching bags at the gym, joining Karen for drinks when free.
Earning a hefty salary each month, with all expenses for public-funded trips and dining covered.
He would have to be exceedingly idle!
“You dare refuse my recruitnt?”
Bartley Hawthorne’s face darkened as he sneered, “In this world, no one who has refused has ever lived.”
He was one of the four mighty generals under the young master of Ghost Valley!
His power was imnse!
With countless elite soldiers under his command and imasurable wealth.
To think that he’d extend a rare invitation to recruit soone and yet be refused!
“Bartley, take the Young Madam away. The rest, kill them!”
Dave Hawthorne said coldly.
The purpose of this trip was to marry the young master to that woman with the unique constitution.
To assist the young master in achieving his grand ambition!
“Proceed with the marriage procession!”
With a raise of his hand from Bartley Hawthorne, the sound of the suona resud.
The entire wedding procession, playing their instrunts, made their way toward Quella Radcliffe’s location.
“Terry Moore, protect my daughter well!”
Daphne Leocadia’s body trembled slightly.
Sophia Leocadia and Quella Radcliffe were all covered under the black cloth.
He could not tolerate soone trying to harm his daughter.
“Marco Pendleton! Go support! Help out Terry Moore!”
Ivan Reed pinched the Buddha Beads in his hand, his face gloomy to the extre.
Ghost Valley!
It was actually Ghost Valley!
He had long heard of it, but had never expected to encounter it today!
Hopefully…
there would be no chaos.
“Whoever obstructs, kill without rcy!”
Shla!
Dave Hawthorne and Bartley Hawthorne drew their long knives and marched towards Quella Radcliffe.
“Damn!”
Terry Moore cursed unhappily, “Karen, you old thief, didn’t you say it was on the house? Why do we have to fight again!”
Having said that, he surged forward!
His fists ca smashing down!
Clang!
Bartley Hawthorne greeted him with his sword!
The fist collided directly with the hilt of the knife!
Terry Moore took a step back.
Bartley Hawthorne didn’t budge.
“So skill there.”
He looked at Terry Moore in front of him and said with a light smile, “I’ll give you another chance, submit to .”
“What if I don’t?”
Terry Moore raised his eyebrows, pointing at Bartley Hawthorne, “Put down your knife, and let’s fight fist to fist!”
“If you don’t submit, there’s only one way left for you—death.”
Clang!
Bartley Hawthorne sheathed his knife and took a step forward!
Boom! Boom!
Their fists collided!
Terry Moore took three steps back in succession!
His hand.
It hurt.
“Julius Reed, you owe one! Take Quella Radcliffe and go; leave the rest to !”
Terry Moore took a deep breath and charged again!
“Although you have so skill, you are still not my match!”
Bartley Hawthorne licked his lips, his hands turned into claws, and he grabbed directly!
Shla!
Terry Moore’s arm was left with two bloody marks.
“Julius Reed, you better leave now, or I won’t be able to hold on any longer!”
He felt terrible inside.
He was known as the number one master in the capital, but what kind of monster was the man before him?
Why was he so incredibly strong?
“You want to go, just go, don’t think about owing a favor.”
Julius Reed walked to Quella Radcliffe and gently picked her up: “In this world, the man who can kill hasn’t been born yet.”
“Still spouting nonsense at a ti like this! Will you go or not!”
Terry Moore beca angry.
Doesn’t everyone have a little temper?
“Take my wife out, run straight south! I’ll take care of the rest.”
Julius Reed carried Quella Radcliffe and walked towards Terry Moore.
There were too many opponents; he had to ensure Quella Radcliffe was completely safe.
“Pah!”
Terry Moore took a deep breath and, facing Bartley Hawthorne who rushed in front of him, threw two vigorous punches!
Thump! Thump!
Each punch landed squarely on the flesh!
But!
Bartley Hawthorne was unmoved!
While Terry Moore’s palms numbed and cold sweat broke out over his body.
Normally, if soone were hit by his two punches, they would surely die!
But now—
Bartley Hawthorne twisted his neck and laughed, “Boy, there’s always soone better!”
Boom!
He threw a punch out!
But the next mont.
Bartley Hawthorne’s eyes widened.
His inevitable punch was firmly caught by soone!
“Terry Moore, head south. As long as you run out five hundred ters, no one will be able to kill you!”
Julius Reed held Quella Radcliffe with one hand, and with the other, he firmly gripped Bartley Hawthorne’s fist.
“If I die, your wife will be gone too.”
Terry Moore grumbled and carried Quella Radcliffe, running towards the outside of the hotel.
“Stop them!”
Bartley Hawthorne shouted loudly!
The young madam cannot leave!
But Terry Moore had already carved a bloody path and quickly left The Star of the Prosperous Age!
Behind him, dozens of n with black blades quickly followed suit!
“Who are you!”
Bartley Hawthorne looked at Julius Reed in front of him and asked.
“Guess?”
After Julius Reed spoke, he gradually increased the strength in his hand!
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