Chapter 71 - 70 Please Step Into the Urn 1

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“Frank, where are you?”

Barely mustering a hint of spirit, he dialed the phone.

Just now, Julius Reed had crushed his right arm to smithereens, leaving it limp and dangling terrifyingly.

He wanted to die, but he couldn’t—not now.

It was a fate worse than death, perhaps what he was experiencing at this moment.

“Iron Hoof! I’m being chased! Three of my team members are already dead, where are you?”

Frank’s panicked voice came through the phone, with uneven breathing revealing his predicament. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Clearly, the Shadow Warrior was facing pursuit!

“I’m at the Moscow Style Hotel, it’s very safe here. If you have nowhere to go, you can come here. Tonight, I’ll arrange a boat to get you out.”

As if fearing the other side might become suspicious, he added, “I want thirty million! Not a cent less!”

“Fuck! You’re really a businessman! Iron Hoof, I can give you thirty million, but I’ll only pay you the other half of the commission after I’m safe,” Frank yelled. “Eric, cover me! Bang bang bang…”

Gunshots were heard from the other end of the phone; Frank’s situation was obviously desperate.

“Iron Hoof, I’ll be at the Moscow Style in half an hour! Some people are after me. God, the people from Willson Pavilion move too fast. My men didn’t even have a chance to resist before they were killed in the car.”

“One kilometer south from Moscow Style, there is a forest. It’s very secluded, I guarantee you won’t be discovered there.”

Following Aron Jackson’s cue, Iron Hoof repeated every word without missing a beat.

“OK! See you in a bit!”

Frank hung up the phone hastily.

“Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance…”

After the call ended, Iron Hoof hung his head and murmured to himself, “What I’m most proud of in my life is my powerful information network. And yet, I overestimated my abilities trying to kill the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. How ludicrous…”

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the world’s most top-tier and mysterious organization.

The legends about it had never ceased, yet Iron Hoof had actually attempted to assassinate the Young Master of the Alliance.

“You can come at me, but you can’t touch my woman!”

Julius Reed’s lips trembled slightly, recalling how Quella Radcliffe appeared terrified, his heart shuddered.

How helpless she must have been at that time!

“What! That woman…

Click!

As Iron Hoof looked on in disbelief, Julius Reed suddenly exerted force with his right hand and snapped his neck! “No one can hurt my woman!”

The car was silent once more.

“Big brother, it looks like Willson Pavilion has made their move.”

After making a gesture for his subordinates to dispose of Iron Hoof’s body, Aron Jackson quietly spoke beside Julius Reed.

Based on what Frank had said earlier, it was clear that he was being hunted down by people from Willson Pavilion.

“It’s not Amadeus Fairbanks’s fault, but his pride is too great,”

Julius Reed shook his head helplessly, “Since he wants a fight, let him fight!

Willson Pavilion wouldn’t be what it is today if it weren’t for that madman, Amadeus Fairbanks.”

Hearing this, Aron Jackson could neither agree nor disagree.

Willson Pavilion’s current reputation was not unrelated to Amadeus Fairbanks’s tendency to lash out at the slightest disagreement. “Dominating Tiger, drive the car into the forest and wait for the fish to bite.” Aron Jackson ordered Dominating Tiger, who was at the driver’s seat.

There was a forest not far from the Moscow Style Hotel filled with numerous trees and overgrown with weeds.

At night, the small forest was a place many couples sought for excitement, but during the day, it was mostly deserted.

“Big brother, the Brandon Family won’t let this go easily.”

As the car drove into the forest, Aron Jackson voiced his concern.

Although the Brandon Family was not the wealthiest in Gonzalez City, they were the most powerful. Many big shots had close ties to the Brandon Family.

Moreover, Jaxen Brandon’s mother was said to be the daughter of a prominent family from the north.

It’s no exaggeration to say that in Gonzalez City, the only ones who could contend with Aron Jackson and have a chance of winning were the Brandon Family.

As the proverb goes, even a mighty dragon cannot suppress a local snake, and the Brandon Family was indeed that entrenched local snake.

“If the Brandon Family wants to disappear from Gonzalez City for good, I wouldn’t mind obliging them,”

Julius Reed leaned back in his seat, resting with his eyes closed.

The moment Jaxen Brandon threatened Quella Radcliffe, his fate was sealed.

If the Brandon Family were to keep a low profile from now on, Julius wouldn’t make it difficult for them. But if they dared to entertain the slightest thought of revenge, then the Brandon Family was doomed to be erased from Gonzalez Citv

“Open attacks are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to defend against. The Brandon Family has deep roots in Gonzalez City—you must be careful,”

Despite knowing Julius’s capabilities, he couldn’t help but caution him: “Furthermore, here in Five-river Province, you’ve offended the Potter Family, and they won’t let things slide. One silent arrow after another—it’s indeed exhausting!”

“Right.”

Julius nodded and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

Time ticked by, and half an hour quickly passed.

Dominating Tiger looked around vigilantly, his nerves stretched to the utmost.

What they were facing were professional Shadow Warriors from Deep Cold’s organization, the Red Canyon.

Although Dominating Tiger had a certain reputation in Gonzalez City, in front of professional Shadow Warriors, he felt somewhat overwhelmed.

“They’re here! ”

Sitting in the backseat, Julius suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look in the direction behind the car.

His keen intuition made him sense a surge of murderous intent.

Following his gaze, one could see three men running frantically toward them, each covered in blood.

“Iron Hoof, what the hell is this place? Am I, a Red Canyon squad leader, supposed to hide in the woods like a monkey?”

Frank shouted loudly at the car, his voice full of complaint.

“Hello.”

The car door slowly opened, and Julius got out of the car, hands in his pockets, looking at the three Shadow Warriors in front of him.

His face was smiling, as if meeting long-lost friends.

But only Aron knew that this was the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s signature before killing!

“Who the hell are you!”

Seeing that the person in the car wasn’t Iron Hoof, Frank immediately put his hands on his waist in alarm.

As a Shadow Warrior, he sensed the smell of danger.

“Was it you who kidnapped my woman?”

Julius sized up the three Shadow Warriors in front of him, with a smile always on his face.

“Crazy! I don’t know who your woman is!”

Frank’s heart skipped a beat, instantly realizing it was a trap.

The fact that Iron Hoof hadn’t shown up until now meant it was a conspiracy, a scheme targeting the three of them!

“Kidnapped someone this afternoon, and now you don’t remember?”

The smile on Julius’s face gradually faded as he started to walk step by step toward the three Shadow Warriors.

“Die!”

One of the Shadow Warriors immediately pulled out a gun and aimed at Julius, ready to pull the trigger!

Bang!

The gun fired, but the sound came from Aron’s hand.

The armed Shadow Warrior howled as a bloody hole appeared in his right hand, and the gun fell to the ground.

“Who the hell are you people!”

Frank’s expression darkened as he immediately produced two guns in his hands. Next to him, Eric stood back to back with him, also holding guns in both hands.

“You dare to kidnap my big brother’s woman, you really must be tired of living!”

Aron whistled, and dozens of figures in black clothes immediately emerged from the woods.

These figures held their weapons high, the dark muzzles uniformly pointing at the three members of the Red Canyon..