Chapter 809: Chapter 809 Past Events Chapter 809: Chapter 809 Past Events By the ti Julius Reed returned to Beckett Carmichael’s residence,
Quella Radcliffe and Bamboo Whitaker had already gone to sleep.
It happened that two bodyguards were waiting at the entrance, and upon seeing him, they quickly jogged over to report, “Mr.
Reed, the man we found on the road has woken up.”
“Take to him!”
Julius Reed’s brow furrowed slightly as he quickly followed the two.
“Mr.
Reed, I won’t go over there.
You can tell directly if you need anything.”
Beckett Carmichael, knowing his place, took Eli Yarrow and left.
What he wasn’t supposed to know, he would never inquire about.
The Carmichael family was wealthy and influential, having as many as three private doctors within the mansion alone.
The injured man from Willson Pavilion lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, gasping for air heavily.
Tears were continuously streaming down from the corners of his eyes.
“You are…”
Julius Reed approached and signaled for everyone in the room to leave.
“You…”
The man’s brow creased slightly, a deep hostility flashing in his eyes.
“Julius Reed.”
Julius Reed did not hide anything, sitting directly in front of the man.
If the other was not from Willson Pavilion, he could have killed him in the ti it takes to breathe!
Clean and decisive!
“Really?”
The man was sowhat doubtful.
“You should have seen my photograph.”
Julius Reed leaned back in his chair and said indifferently, “The Pavilion Master of Willson Pavilion knows .
If there is anything you need, just tell .”
“Alright!
I believe you!”
The man attempted to get up, but his bones felt as if they were falling apart, completely unable to move.
“Don’t move!”
Julius Reed pressed the man’s body down, “You are severely injured and need to rest.
If you have sothing to say, say it.
If not, focus on healing.”
“I do!”
The man seed afraid that Julius Reed would leave, quickly turning to his side, and urgently said, “Hades has co!”
“Hades?”
Julius Reed carefully recalled, seemingly never having heard of such a person.
“Deep Cold, Hades!”
The man emphasized again, “He has co to kill you!
My master and I pursued him to a bar in the capital, but Hades suddenly left and battled us fiercely in the outskirts!”
As he said this, intense hatred flashed through his eyes.
Along with pain, and despair!
“Defeated?”
Julius Reed asked softly.
Seeing the man’s disheveled appearance should have given him a clue.
“Utterly defeated!”
The man clenched his fists tightly, saying with pain, “I hate myself!
I hate that my skills were not refined enough to protect my master!”
As he said this, he struggled to get up.
“Now that the news is delivered, I must seek vengeance!
Even if I die, I want to be with my master!”
But could he even stand up?
As soon as he tried to rise, he collapsed back onto the bed.
He was already broken.
Seriously wounded.
Several bones broken.
Anyone else would have fainted by now.
Only a strong belief and hatred kept him lucid until now.
“Live well,”
Julius Reed took a deep breath, having not expected such a fierce battle to have taken place in the capital.
“Mr.
Reed, Hades is very strong!
In front of him, my master couldn’t withstand a single blow!”
Rembering the scene he witnessed before he left,
The man was in agony.
His usually indomitable master couldn’t even endure one move.
He was captured outright.
“Hades!”
Julius Reed stood up and began pacing in circles.
This na, he seed to have heard it before.
But, he couldn’t rember it at all.
“I only rember, there was a Three-Ard Underworld King, Deep Cold, who once tried to assassinate in Gonzalez City, and in the end, I killed him and Maurice Springs together, on the boat.”
“The combat power of Hades far surpasses that of the Three-Ard Underworld King!”
Even now, the man is filled with fear.
But this fear does not equate to cowardice!
He didn’t want to live alone.
“You’ll recover from your injuries here.”
Julius Reed walked up to the man and said softly, “Survive.
Only by living will there be hope.”
After speaking, he turned around and strode away.
As he left the room, Julius Reed always felt that sothing wasn’t quite right.
He simply took out his phone and called Quella Radcliffe.
But the call was hung up.
“Damn woman!
What a temper.”
Julius Reed cursed quietly and redialed.
Again, it was hung up.
“Little girl, still throwing a fit?
Next ti I see you, I’m going to hang you from a tree and spank you.”
Julius Reed shook his head helplessly and was just about to put the phone in his pocket.
That’s when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Fancy that, the mighty Dragon King is into this?”
“You!”
Julius Reed turned around to find Quella Radcliffe standing behind him.
She was holding a phone and looking at him with a mischievous smile.
Today, Quella Radcliffe was dressed in a sailor suit.
Still sporting twin ponytails.
“I’m saying, Saintess, you pop up out of nowhere…”
“It’s your lack of skill, blaming now?”
Quella Radcliffe spread her hands helplessly, with a teasing smile on her face.
“If it weren’t for getting distracted by thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to get near .”
Julius Reed was a bit helpless.
The respected leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is without pride?
If his cultivation hadn’t been damaged, would he have to put up with this little girl’s nonsense?
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A slap would’ve sufficed to shut her up.
“What’s the matter?
Miss ?”
Quella Radcliffe sneaked closer, gently drawing a heart on Julius Reed’s chest with her hand, “Wife sleeping, looking for an affair with ?”
“Beat it!”
Julius Reed stepped back and said sternly, “I have serious business.”
“Pah!”
Quella Radcliffe cursed angrily, “Important matter for Betty Calliope, trifling matter for Spring Whitaker!”
“With that look, how can you be Betty Calliope?
You’re at least a…”
“Who!”
Quella Radcliffe’s eyes lit up, she asked eagerly, “Say it, quick.”
“At least a Lionel Reed, you know…”
As Julius Reed finished speaking,
a flicker of cold light flashed in front of him!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Three sparks flew.
Quella Radcliffe sheathed her sword.
“Dare to compare with brothel won again, and see if I don’t show you how rciless your employee can be!”
“Talk about the serious matter.”
Julius Reed adjusted his clothes, feeling extrely helpless inside.
“Your cultivation has recovered?
This ti, it seems I might not be able to beat you.”
Quella Radcliffe pouted, looking pitiful.
“Hades, do you know about him?”
Julius Reed sat on a bench in the Carmichael family’s pavilion.
“Deep Cold that one?”
Quella Radcliffe sat opposite Julius Reed, skepticism in her eyes.
“Indeed!”
Julius Reed nodded, “I’ve received information that Hades is coming for .
The manager of Willson Pavilion stands no chance against him.”
“Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to?”
Quella Radcliffe stood up warily and drew her longsword.
“What’s the matter?”
With the sudden tension, Julius Reed was sowhat puzzled.
“Speak!
During my martial-arts-match-making event, where did your last palm strike hit ?”
Quella Radcliffe said coldly, “If you can’t answer, I’ll kill you right now!”
“Are you crazy!”
Julius Reed stood up, looking at Quella Radcliffe, “I hit your butt last ti, it was an accident!
Who knew you were so fragile?”
Her cheeks flushing slightly as he said this, Quella Radcliffe explained, “Hades used to be known as Ignatius.
Ten years ago on Extre Ice Island, you personally tossed him into a volcano.
By so fluke, he survived, but his face was completely disfigured, so he took on the na Hades.”
“Ignatius?”
At the ntion of that na, Julius Reed’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Ignatius, Thunderbolt.
Ten years ago…
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