Chapter 102

Chapter 102 The Assassin Wilfred stared at Osmond, his gaze emanating an undeniable aura of intimidation.

The latter felt cold sweat running down his back.

After all, he was utterly powerless when faced with à martial artist.

Wilfred smirked and said, “My father’s sixtieth birthday is coming up in a couple of days, so I don’t wish to start a bloodbath just yet. However, after the celebration, I don’t want to hear the name ‘South River King‘ ever again. Clear?”

He’s threatening us!

Osmond and the others trembled involuntarily, but soon they clenched their jaws, refusing to back down.

Why does it matter if he’s a martial artist? He’s a nob*dy compared to Empyrean Lord! After all, Empyrean Lord has already decreed the inevitable downfall of the Chalker family on Old Mr. Chalker’s sixtieth birthday. With just two days remaining until the fateful event, I’m determined to endure this humiliation and bide my time.

Suddenly, Benedict bellowed at the top of his lungs, “So what if you’re a martial artist? It changes nothing! The Chalker family should prepare to face your downfall!”

Swoosh!

Wilfred charged forward, closing the distance between himself and Benedict. With ruthless precision, he delivered a bone–crushing kick to the latter’s chest, causing him to spew forth a gush of blood. “I dare you to repeat yourself!”

Despite the pain and injury, Benedict remained defiant. His voice was strained yet resolute as he spoke. “Even if you beat me to death, I will never retract my words. The Chalker family has stirred the wrath of an unstoppable force. Embrace your impending doom!”

“I shall send you to your grave!” Wilfred seethed with anger, relentlessly pummeling Benedict with a barrage of kicks that left him writhing on the ground, bones shattered, and blood staining his lips.

“The Chalker family… is… doomed. Haha, come on, kill me…” Benedict hissed in between his bloody coughs.

Osmond and the rest felt their scalps tingling with unease.

Why is Benedict so stubborn? Can’t he endure for just another two or three days?

Little did they know that Benedict had ventured to the North River District to seek atonement.

He never intended to return alive.

Chapter 102 The Assassin +10 pearls “You fool! Even in the face of death, you spout nonsense. I shall grant your wish and send you straight to the depths of hell!”

Wilfred’s rage engulfed him, erasing any remnants of his earlier promise to spare lives.

With a leap, he instantly soared over five meters into the air, his knees bending as he descended with lightning speed.

If he landed that devastating knee strike, he would certainly shatter Benedict’s skull.

In that critical moment, a piercing whistle filled the air, followed by a glimmer of chilling light that abruptly materialized before Wilfred.

An assassin?

Wilfred’s brows furrowed as he swiftly maneuvered through the air, landing a mere twenty centimeters away from Benedict’s head.

He narrowly evaded the chilling gleam.

As he focused on the assailant’s attire, Wilfred’s expression darkened. “An assassin from Shadow Garden! Are you the person Benedict warned about? The one I should not have provoked?”

Wilfred had encountered assassins from Shadow Garden during his training days. Hence, he recognized the person before him as a member of the notorious organization.

The person was none other than Yelena.

However, no one could recognize her as she was dressed in black attire, and her face was concealed behind a mask.

Ignoring Wilfred, she cast a brief glance at Angelina and muttered, “You are married to a eunuch. I fail to see what you have to boast about.”

Her words instantly sent shockwaves through the Chalkers.

Joseph’s situation was a sensitive and forbidden topic within the family. Hence, they were shocked to hear Yelena talk about it in the open.

Just then, Gerald thought of something. Glaring angrily at Yelena, he asked, “Was it you who orchestrated Joseph’s incident six months ago?”

“Congratulations, you got it right,” Yelena admitted.

Damn it!

In an instant, Gerald’s fury erupted like a raging volcano.

The person standing before him had stripped his son of his manhood!

Kiss Chapter 102 The Assassin ࿄ 8 �ོ, 97%0 +10 pearls For the past six months, not a single day passed without Gerald yearning to find the despicable assassin. However, all his efforts had been in vain.