The Godfather seed to be struck by lightning, his body shaking violently, and a look of extre anger, shock, and disbelief appeared on his shadowed face, as he was plunged into intense emotional upheaval.
At this critical mont, a ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of Third Young Master Jun.
He had been waiting for the Godfather to be imrsed in emotion and completely lose his guard.
A slender, sharp object flashed in his hand, and like lightning, it stabbed directly into the Godfather’s chest. Though it wasn’t a knife or gun, the force with which he used the sharp bamboo twig penetrated flesh like the sharpest blade, piercing straight into the heart.
Blood splattered, staining the white shirt under the Godfather’s coat, moonlight illuminating the disbelief on his shocked face.
The surrounding subordinates were dumbfounded by this sudden change, each raising their guns and rushing towards Third Young Master Jun.
But it was too late; they hadn’t been too alert just now, for Third Young Master Jun was surrounded, and the Godfather was considered invincible. Yet who could have thought Third Young Master Jun would dare to act so madly under such circumstances, and who could have imagined the secret that made the always vigilant Godfather lose his composure, allowing Third Young Master Jun to seize this fleeting mont.
"None of you move!" Third Young Master Jun had already taken advantage of the Godfather’s injury, swiftly restraining him, fingers clawing at the Godfather’s throat, coldly ordering those subordinates rushing forward.
Captain Xiao and his n were visibly shaken, not daring to act rashly, each holding their guns, looking at Third Young Master Jun in fright and anger.
In their eyes, the terrifying Godfather, akin to a deity, had actually been brought down and injured by Third Young Master Jun. They had always believed the Godfather controlled everything, but at this mont, they realized Third Young Master Jun was the true master of all, too clever and deep-hearted, even the Godfather fell victim to his plot, now in his hands.
Yet, held by the throat with blood gushing from his chest, the Godfather showed no expression.
His previously proud eyes were dim, all vitality gone, aging suddenly by twenty years.
Third Young Master Jun taunted, "Godfather, you are arrogant, incredibly arrogant, but did you foresee this mont when your so-called grand ambitions, your empire, collapse before your eyes, and you can only watch helplessly as it is destroyed, your ambition turned to dreams? This ti, feel the despair of having your obsession destroyed!"
The Godfather’s pupils contracted, his body looking even more defeated as if struck by lightning.
Everything he had painstakingly built turned to dust, his dream was for his carefully cultivated successor to carry his cause forward, lasting through the ages.
But this dream shattered.
A deep sorrow erupted within him, and he burst into mad laughter.
"Hahaha, I, Su Feiman, calculated everything but didn’t foresee this, choosing soone dood as my successor, truly ironic. Painstaking scheming and sacrificed costs, all for naught! To lose at your hands, king, I must admit, you are the most formidable opponent I’ve encountered in decades; I, Su Feiman, never truly saw through you."
The godfather’s speech carried a thick sense of defeat, finally recognizing one truth, that he never managed to control Jun Huang.
"Imdiately lift the shadow into the car, prepare to leave here, the Godfather’s injury can’t be delayed." Third Young Master Jun holding the Godfather, ordered loudly.
Captain Xiao and his n dared not disobey, so watching them vigilantly, while others hurriedly prepared.
The Godfather’s wound was in a dangerous spot and needed to be sent to the hospital imdiately.
But the Godfather’s voice was cold like a blade: "No one is allowed to leave here!"
Tomorrow, there should be an ending.
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