Chapter 315

Chapter 0315

The echo of George’s words reverberated, casting a deathly silence throughout the entire corridor.

Amber, Patrick, and the elite bodyguards responsible for their protection felt their hearts racing, their faces tight with tension.

Since the establishment of New Chesire Group, they had faced countless troubles, mentally prepared for any situation that might

arise. However, the presence of a lurking Grandmaster, a ruthless killer, created an invisible pressure that left them breathless.

“Hehehe—”

Not far from the corridor, the outer window of the restroom quietly opened. The figure of an old woman. seemingly bent with age,

gently descended from the windowsill. She appeared to be around her sixties, her wrinkled face adorned with a faint mocking

smile.

“George, Amber, Patrick-three prime targets. I’ll gladly accept this 4.5—million bounty!”

The woman leisurely walked out from the restroom doorway.

Upon seeing the hunched old woman, several elite bodyguards stiffened, but without a hint of retreat, they firmly stood in front of

Amber and Patrick.

This was their duty—facing a Grandmaster, they remained fearless, solemnly pledging to protect Miss Amber

and Mister Patrick at all costs.

“Indeed, a Grandmaster’s strength...” George stood at the forefront, sensing the chilling killing intent emanating from the old

woman. His fists clenched tightly, a surge of battle intent enveloping his entire being.

Since the last incident where the Jackman family in the north kidnapped Amber, he and Luca had undergone intensive training

personally guided by Alexander. At this moment, he had advanced to the completion stage of vital energy. Just a step away from

becoming a Grandmaster.

Though his martial strength was slightly inferior, the martial arts techniques taught by Alexander were beyond the imagination of

an ordinary Grandmaster. Even if facing a higher-level challenge, he remained undaunted.

“You've almost mastered vital energy, huh? Hehe.” The hunched old woman, with a sly smile on her face. glanced at George’s

clenched fists. She coldly chuckled and said, “With your meager skills, do you really think you can arm—wrestle with me?

“Take the money, eliminate troubles for others. The old lady doesn’t want to waste time talking with you. Just

accept your fate!”

The lady made her move.

Despite her old age, her hands were pure and delicate, fingers swiftly gliding around her waist. She grabbed a transparent ice

needle.

With a sudden flick of her wrist, an ice needle cut through the air.

+15 BONOS As the top assassin of the Blood Assassins, the hunched old woman wasted no time and initiated a deadly move.

The surface of the ice needle was surrounded by a turbulent white aura, and at an unbelievable speed, it shot toward George’s

throat.

George’s pupils narrowed. His body, as if by reflex, swiftly withdrew, simultaneously wielding his arms and laying down layers of

dense energy in front of him. The terrifying force carried by the ice needles gradually weakened as they clashed against the

layers of energy.

However, George never thought there would be a stark difference between their powers.

The power carried by these ice needles far exceeded George’s imagination. Unimpeded, they pierced through his defensive

energy, and their residual force almost unabated.

It stabbed into George’s chest, and blood sprayed everywhere.

The ice needle tore into his chest muscles and nearby blood vessels, stabbing into his bones.

“George!”

Amber, Patrick, and several elite bodyguards all exclaimed in shock.

Among everyone

present, George was the strongest, almost reaching the threshold of a Grandmaster, with a

profound vital energy that could even withstand bullets from small—caliber firearms.

All that, and this elderly lady, with a mere needle, severely injured George.

If it were not for an ice needle but a metal needle made of alloy, George could even have died!

“She’s no ordinary Grandmaster, but a Grandmaster at the peak of cultivation. I miscalculated...” George covered his chest with

his right hand, blood flowing from between his fingers. He stared fiercely at the smirking old woman, no longer daring to show

any contempt.

George shouted suddenly. “Protect Miss Chesire and Mister Patrick at all costs. Get them out of here, now!”

Roaring on one side, he rushed forward, seemingly ready to sacrifice himself to buy time for Amber and Patrick.

However...

“When I strike. I never miss!” The old woman chuckled coldly, her right hand brushing over her waist again. simultaneously

holding three ice needles. With a gentle flick of her wrist, she laughed. “The bounty is in the

bag!”

Three needles shot out.

Everyone, including George, felt the piercing cold and the bone-chilling despair.

The speed of these three ice needles even exceeded that of large—caliber sniper rifles. The needles fast approached Amber,

Patrick, and George.

The victims would surely die should the needles aim true!

+15 BONOS

Amber. Patrick, and George appeared destined for certain death.

Dragon Two, Five, and Nine could not react in time. They watched, wide-eyed, as ice needles flew before them. In reality, they

could not discern the trajectory of the ice needles, unable to keep up with their speed.

It was a scene of despair, an eerie stillness filled the entire corridor, a deathly silence. Even George closed his eyes, sighing

deeply, awaiting the imminent arrival of death.

Expected pain never manifested. His throat was not torn by ice needles. Similarly, Amber and Patrick remained

uninjured.

The contorted grin on the hunched old woman's face froze slowly.

In everyone's field of vision, a fleeting phantom emerged,

No one could discem its origin or how it appeared: they only felt a gust of powerful wind rushing toward them.

Then came a resounding explosion.

It was not until the sound echoed that everyone’s minds synchronously grasped the situation. The speed of

this figure surpassed the sound barrier, breaking it before the sonic boom-before the ice needles pierced their

throats—at a terrifying speed far beyond human limits. It rushed into the corridor, standing in front of them.

“Alexander!”

The moment Amber saw the figure, she nearly wept with joy. The threat brought by death instantly dissipated,

replaced by an unparalleled sense of security.

Of course, it was Alexander!

Gazing lightly at the hunched old woman ahead, his right hand clenched into a fist. Three ice needles rapidly melted in his palm,

dripping to the ground. Then, he turned with a smile. “Didn’t scare you, did I? Sorry, I'ma

bit late!”

No, he came right on time.

Amber’s body trembled. If it were not for George and the others, she would have rushed into Alexander’s arms.

He was here, at last. He returned from Zabaleta overnight, at the most critical moment, once again saving her

life.

Not only hers but also her father’s and George's...

Her husband, Alexander, was always so trustworthy. He never disappointed her.

“Are you Alexander Kane?” The old woman, a few meters away, observed Alexander with a smile on her face. She once again

gripped an ice needle, her eyes filled with greed. “You caught my ice needle barehanded. Your strength is indeed extraordinary.

With a bounty of a hundred fifty million, you're the most valuable one!”

Alexander turned slowly, and the smile on his face faded. This woman had injured George and almost killed.

+15 BONOS

“The Chameleon Enchantress.” He stared at the hunched old woman indifferently. “Proficient in the art of ice needle mastery, a

master of the Eight Extremes Fist, a peerless expert in disguise. Ranked sixth in the ‘Blood Assassins‘ organization, a gold—class

assassin. Am I correct?”

The hunched old woman, the ‘Chameleon Enchantress’, stiffened slightly. She then slowly straightened her back, staring fixedly

into Alexander's eyes, her voice sharp as she said, “Who are you, and how do you know my identity?”

Alexander snorted. The Blood Assassins organization was simply ignorant. How dare they target New Chesire Group? The so—

called ‘King of Assassins‘ from Blood Assassins would never have imagined the terrifying existence they provoked this time.

It was none other than the mighty Lord of the Temple of War, the invincible Lord of War.

“Now that I’m here, you will die today.” He looked at the Chameleon Enchantress, his voice cold. “Before you meet your end,

you'll tell me who issued the bounty mission. Of course, you can choose not to answer, but the cost will be that you'll die in

endless agony.”

“Don’t doubt my methods. Now that I want you dead, you cannot live. If I want you alive, you will no doubt live worse than death!”

The Chameleon Enchantress’ pupils narrowed slightly. Almost as soon as Alexander spoke, she dashed forward, her footsteps

twisting and stepping, her right thumb and index finger tightly pinching the ice needle. In the air, she drew a sharp curve directly

towards Alexander's throat.

Facing the 150—million—bounty Alexander, she showed no mercy. She unleashed her most proficient Eight Extremes Fist

technique and the mastery of ice needle arts, launching a deadly surprise attack from an extremely elusive angle.

“Your Eight Extremes Fist is nothing. It’s not even worth mentioning. You won’t even be able to land a single

blow!”

Alexander spoke indifferently. He casually grabbed the old lady’s wrist, but it was surprisingly quick to the eye.

Then, with a twist and a shake, the snowy-white, slender arm of the Chameleon Enchantress was snapped at the shoulder by

Alexander.