The bustling Autumn Na Mountain did not quiet down.
The news of Harland Martinez’s death could not be hidden.
Almost overnight, all the shops on Autumn Na Mountain closed down, fearing they might be implicated.
Bai Feng sat at the reception desk, anxiously waiting for her master to arrive.
But based on the distance, even if her master took a plane, it’d take seven to eight hours.
Moreover, there’s no airport on Autumn Na Mountain at all.
The nearest airport is also two hours away.
Half an hour ago, she received news that the Martinez Family’s people had already arrived, brimming with murderous intent.
Along with them, there were people from the Holy See too.
It’s said the leader from the Holy See was the Yellow-robed Cardinal.
Extrely powerful.
Almost top-tier in the martial arts world.
But Bai Feng dared not rush Lillian Tompson, she could only sit here and wait.
During this ti, she wanted to go upstairs several tis to find the Blind Man and the Drunkard, but hesitated and ultimately gave up.
The Blind Man was too irritable, and at the drop of a hat would order his n to kill.
The Drunkard was probably sleeping.
This tavern really didn’t have a single decent person.
The Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix were drunk to the point of stupor, sound asleep talking in their sleep.
Bai Feng was the only one standing at the door.
She wanted to dismiss her followers, but these people refused no matter what.
Only wanted to follow Bai Feng.
Regardless of life or death.
After years of serving as master and servant, perhaps this was the only point of comfort for Bai Feng.
Ti passed by, second by second.
Bai Feng continued to wait anxiously.
Finally, soone ca outside the hotel.
But it wasn’t Lillian Tompson.
It was Harland Martinez’s father, Brayden Martinez.
"Who killed him?"
Brayden Martinez walked into the hotel and sat on a chair.
The disciples behind him quickly followed, pouring a glass of wine.
With red eyes, Brayden Martinez drank the wine in the cup, and asked again: "Who killed my son?"
Bai Feng said nothing.
Just coldly watched him.
Pleading was useless; might as well fight.
"Start now." Brayden Martinez pointed at Bai Feng, "Capture her, ask her repeatedly, cut a piece of her flesh! Let see if she’ll talk!"
"Whether I talk or not, it’s all death, is there a difference?" Bai Feng replied with a cold smile.
"There is." Brayden Martinez lifted his head, looked at Bai Feng: "If you don’t talk, you’ll be cut into pieces. If you talk, I’ll give you a swift death."
"Enough." He waved his hand: "Bring all the people in the hotel out, one counts as one, cut them all into pieces."
"Understood!"
A crowd of people charged violently.
Upstairs.
There were only two outsiders besides Bai Feng’s people upstairs.
One was the sleeping Julius Reed.
The other was the overdrinking Iwan Martinez.
Soon.
The people upstairs ca down.
Two of them carried the drunken Iwan Martinez, while others carried Julius Reed down.
Just like that, the two were thrown to the ground.
Julius Reed lay there, Iwan Martinez lay there too.
"Begin." Harland Martinez slowly stood up, with red eyes.
"I’m wounded like this, leave be, will you?" Julius Reed lay on the ground, pointing at his own shockingly deep wounds.
"You’re not dead yet?" Brayden Martinez was sowhat surprised seeing the wounds.
With such injuries, an average Martial Artist would have died long ago.
This guy’s life was really big.
But it was aningless, they’d all die!
No one could live.
"I don’t want to die, even if it’s dying, it shouldn’t be now." Julius Reed remained lying down.
The ground was a bit cold.
But lying down was comfortable.
After getting injured, he just wanted to rest well for a while.
But always soone causes trouble.
Iwan Martinez snored thunderously, sleeping without a care.
"How about this, I’ll tell you who killed your son." Julius Reed looked at Brayden Martinez.
When coming downstairs, he already knew what was going on.
The kid who caused trouble died, daddy ca for revenge.
"Who?" Brayden Martinez hadn’t expected anyone would be willing to talk?
But talking or not, death ensues.
Bai Feng was a bit surprised, recalling if this blind man was willing to betray his own friend to stay alive?
"Him." Julius Reed pointed at Iwan Martinez.
For such minor figures, he didn’t want to take action himself.
Covered in wounds, exerting force would worsen the injuries.
To say Julius Reed was at his weakest mont was not an exaggeration.
But soone like Brayden Martinez couldn’t really injure him.
"Good, I believe you." Brayden Martinez saw that the people’s eyes around had changed, so he knew the blind man wasn’t lying.
"I didn’t expect that a blind man could know who did it."
Brayden Martinez nodded, "First cut this drunkard into pieces, then gouge out the blind man’s eyes, let see if he’s really blind or pretending."
As soon as the words were spoken, a disciple imdiately took a knife and went over.
"Stop!" Bai Feng shouted, drawing her sword from her waist, and said bluntly: "Harland, my master will arrive soon. If you dare touch anyone here, my master will kill your entire family, do you believe it?"
"What?"
Brayden Martinez sneered, with hatred in his eyes. "Your master? I’ll kill him even if he’s here!"
"Do it!"
He roared furiously.
His n imdiately headed towards Iwan Martinez.
But before they could act, Iwan Martinez suddenly struck while still asleep.
Without even looking, a wooden sword flew over.
Thud!
The two nearest to him fell directly.
Dead.
"Quite skilled!" Brayden Martinez instantly stood up, eyes wide with amazent.
He hadn’t expected that this drunken fool in front of him was so formidable.
"I’ll do it myself!"
Just as Brayden Martinez prepared to take action, a team walked in.
"Who killed our Holy See people!" the Yellow-robed Cardinal asked in a low voice.
"Lord Cardinal, they said it was this drunk in front." Brayden Martinez saw the Yellow-robed Cardinal and spoke very politely.
In fact, all these people had submitted to the Holy See.
They wanted to follow the Holy See to make a living.
"Drunk?" The Yellow-robed Cardinal slightly frowned and said: "A drunk can kill our Holy See people. Mustn’t be simple."
"Quite impressive." Brayden Martinez pointed at the corpses on the ground: "Look, all killed in his sleep."
"Hehe, interesting. This Cardinal wants to experience it firsthand, see..." The Yellow-robed Cardinal’s words trailed off as his eyes suddenly fell on Julius Reed.
His throat moved, but he didn’t finish the sentence.
This guy, he had seen before.
A master by Judas’ side!
Can’t be offended.
And this guy on the ground had killed the Black-robed Cardinal’s n, hadn’t he?
How did he encounter two masters in such a small place like Autumn Na Mountain!
He had just been scared back from the southeast!
Could these two be here to chase him?
"It’s alright, just leave." Julius Reed waved his hand.
"Alright!" The Yellow-robed Cardinal nodded, smiling: "Then I’ll leave if nothing’s happening here?"
Finished, he didn’t wait for Julius Reed to respond, turned quickly and left.
The terror Judas instilled still fresh in his mind!
The Yellow-robed Cardinal did not wish to repeat the Black-robed Cardinal’s mistake.
With his departure, Brayden Martinez was stunned.
What happened?
Weren’t they here for revenge?
"Never mind, I’ll do it myself!"
Brayden Martinez walked up to Bai Feng, just as he was about to reach out.
A flash of white light passed by.
His hand fell to the ground.
Lillian Tompson, dressed in white, stood at the door.
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