FreeNovelChapter 0558 "Murder!" As Raidon collapsed, soaked in his own (blood, chaos erupted in the hotel lobby.
| The Zadra family's charity gala had not even begun when the venue turned into a horror show. Guests, relatives, and the northern business tycoons who had been invited...
Except for a few warrior clans, the crowd was terrified and ran for their lives, ducking and dodging with the assistance of their bodyguards. Even Callie's face was devoid of color as she instinctively sought refuge behind Caleb.
"Raidon? Raidon!" Geoff was furious, running to Raidon's side and clutching his body. He pressed his finger against Raidon's wrist, channeling a burst of vital energy into his
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpressure points and desperately keeping his heart beating.
| Itwas a fight for life! Raidon was a shambles of blood and torn (flesh, his body littered with dart 1 fragments. Geoff's vital energy clung to ' Raidon's fading life, keeping him from dying right away.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Amid the chaos, Franklin's eyes were fixed on Caleb and Antonio, his teeth grinding in frustration.
His plan had failed! The hitman he hired was a formidable force, only a hair's breadth away from legendary supreme grand martial status.
His ability to throw blades was unparalleled, and in that situation, a stealthy strike from him meant Caleb's death! However, how could he have missed?
Why the blunder? It was unthinkable! "I've got this!" Caleb breathed a sigh of relief as Antonio f kept an eye on him. He kept Callie close } and quickly dropped into a crouch, his hand hovering just above Raidon's battered form. Inner power surged through his palm, forming a vortex that spun with urgency.
Crack, crack, crack...
The vortex tugged at Raidon's body, which was wracked with near-fatal injuries, shaking as shards of darts were expelled from the depths of his wounds, each soaked in his blood.
Ten, twenty, fifty...
Over 200 pieces of shards, big and small, were finally extracted from Raidon's body. Geoff's vital energy poured in, and finally, the wounds were under control!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Dad..." Raidon, cradled in Geoff's embrace, ' fought to open his eyes. His lips quivered, and his gaze suddenly locked onto something.
J | There it was! Directly in Raidon's line of sight, by the grand chandelier of the hall, a figure dressed in black plummeted —the very assassin who had attempted the ambush, then utterly defeated! "Is he... is he dead?!" In that instant, it was not just the grievously injured Raidon who witnessed the fall of the assassin in black. Every guest in the hall saw it, including Franklin, of course! He fixed his gaze on the lifeless body of the black-clad assassin. His hands balled into fists so tight that his nails were about to break through the skin, One
thought lingered in his mind —that was the end.
' The dead man wore the Zadra family's sacred tokens and the unique insignia of the Eight-Armed Guardian's external | disciples. If Geoff and Caleb discovered | that...
"It's one of the Eight-Armed Guardian's men." Caleb was quick to react as the assassin's body fell to the ground. He lunged forward, only glancing at the black band on the man's wrist. When he saw the number eight, he said coldly, "The Fosters and the Kanes have no beef with the Eight-Armed Guardian. Why send someone to kill us? "And another thing...
""The Eight-Armed Guardian has avoided the spotlight, never getting involved in the fighting world's feuds. Regardless of the turmoil among the northern factions,
. they would just watch from the sidelines, never getting their hands dirty." ' Caleb was right. — Cradling Raidon in his arms, Geoff first | looked at the assassin's body, then whipped his gaze to Franklin, his words sharp and biting, "You're a Zadra, and this is your family's reception. My boy got hurt on your turf. The Zadras can't avoid taking responsibility for this! "Give me a straight answer in three days, or it is war. The Fosters and the Kanes will come calling, and the Zadras will be history!" Then, he grabbed the unconscious Raidon and dashed to the hotel exit.
"Get the car ready now! We need to get to Central Woolpackton Hospital immediately. Call the Governor's office and tell them we need the roads cleared — money is no issue. My son's life is on the line,
"Hurry!"
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