Chapter 1328 Come Back Tomorrow

The next evening, the Field Family's main hall was bustling with a grand banquet. Everyone gathered for a reception, with singing and dancing, showing no hint of impending disaster.

Orlando sat in the central position. He created this atmosphere, firstly, because the matter had already caused a stir throughout Apple City, and he wanted other Families to see his strength. Secondly, it was to alleviate the fear of his own clansmen.

In fact, he was very serious about the Family's safety. Just before the banquet began, he personally inspected the Family's security to ensure there were no issues before starting the reception.

After three rounds of drinks, these Family members were a bit tipsy, and their mindset became more relaxed.

Eric said, "Grandpa, if you ask me, those people are just bluffing, trying to scare our Field Family. In reality, they don't dare to come at all."

"That's right, if that assassin dares to come, I'll immediately tear him into a thousand pieces to avenge my uncle!" Marcus raised his wine glass and shouted with great ambition, "Come, a toast to the strength of our Field Family!"

After speaking, he drained the wine in his glass, and the others did the same, finishing their drinks with excitement.

Just then, a look of pain suddenly flashed across Marcus's face, followed by a tragic howl. Then, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he fell backward to the ground.

"Ah…"

When this happened, the entire reception hall panicked. Screams and exclamations rang out, and everyone fell into chaos.

"Everyone shut up! Nobody move!"

At the critical moment, Orlando remained relatively calm and immediately issued an order.

Subsequently, the Heaven Rank Experts from his Family beside him leaped out one by one, sealing off the area.

After this series of actions, the people present finally calmed down a bit.

Orlando immediately called over the Family doctor to check on Marcus's condition.

Two doctors in white coats carefully examined Marcus's physical condition, then tested his wine glass. They turned back and said, "Family Head, the young master died of poisoning."

"Poisoning?"

Orlando's expression immediately became extremely solemn.

The other people present were in a panic, putting down their wine glasses one after another, afraid that they too would be poisoned.

"Everyone stand still! Check everyone! We must find out where the poison came from!" Orlando immediately gave another order to his Family's guards, "The assassin is very likely still here. Search everywhere!

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Even if you have to dig three feet deep, you must find him."

So the whole scene became busy. Several doctors began to test the food present, while the guards began to search inch by inch, looking for traces of the assassin.

After two or three hours of commotion, the final result was that everyone else's food was safe; only Marcus's wine glass tested positive for toxins.

At the same time, the guards returned empty-handed. Not only did they not find the assassin, but they didn't even find a single trace.

The Family's surveillance footage was checked thoroughly. The electronic defense, boasted as 360-degree, dead-angle-free, showed no sign of anyone entering.

The only discovery was a note found on a pillar in the center of the main hall, with a few words written on it: "Today's mission is complete, coming again tomorrow."

At this, everyone felt fear. Firstly, this assassin regarded the Field Family's defenses as nothing; they couldn't even detect his presence.

To put it bluntly, their defenses were completely ineffective.

Furthermore, the opponent's method was terrifying: he only put poison in Marcus's wine glass, leaving everyone else unharmed, showing the horror of his technique.

This was simply killing whoever he wanted, without affecting others. If he wanted to kill one, he wouldn't let two die.

And finally, that note. Upon seeing it, people's hearts first relaxed, then tensed up again.

Today's mission was complete, meaning the next few hours were safe, but that was only for today. Tomorrow, another person would die.

At this, everyone was enveloped by a terrifying aura. Some even harbored thoughts of escaping the Family manor.

Orlando's expression was stern as he scanned the room: "I know what you're thinking. Are you thinking of leaving here?

I tell you, no matter where you go, you won't have defenses as strict as the Family's. On the contrary, the opponent will seize the opportunity to pick you off one by one.

Today's incident should just be an accident. Tomorrow, we will continue to strengthen our defenses, and such a thing should not happen again."

Although his words were resolute, he no longer had the same conviction as yesterday. While predicting the future, he could only use the word "should," unable to be 100% certain.

The others also thought so; other places were definitely not as safe as the Family. So, they dispelled the idea of leaving for now.

For the next period, in addition to having Marcus's body removed for burial, Orlando fully arranged for the Family's

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people to begin checking for defensive loopholes and continue searching for clues.

Meanwhile, the Brown Family, being more powerful than the Field Family, not only arranged for thousands of gunmen to surround the manor but also assigned a Heaven Rank Expert to personally protect each core member.

As midnight approached, with no anomalies occurring, the Family members, whose nerves had been taut all day, slowly relaxed.

The third-generation disciple, Matthews, said, "Grandpa, the opponent is completely bluffing. I estimate they don't even have the courage to come."

Lampard, standing beside him, said, "Perhaps he came to our Family, but seeing such strict protection, he couldn't find any way in, and then retreated.

This is understandable; we are the Brown Family. Unless the opponent is a god, there's absolutely no chance of succeeding here…"

He had just spoken when a dazzling streak of light suddenly flashed across the hall. Then, Lampard's voice abruptly stopped. He stared with disbelieving wide eyes and fell to the ground with a thud.

"What's going on?"

Everyone present was startled. The Heaven Rank Expert guarding him rushed over to check, only to find a gleaming throwing knife embedded in Lampard's throat.

This knife was incredibly fast. The Heaven Rank Expert guarding him couldn't help but gasp, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Such a fierce knife, let alone being unable to rescue Lampard in time, even if it were aimed at himself, he probably wouldn't be able to dodge it.

From this, it could be seen that the opponent was definitely a Heaven Rank Expert, and his cultivation was even above his own.

"Look! There are words on the throwing knife!"

With a shout, everyone looked at the throwing knife and saw a line of small characters carved on the hilt: "Today's mission complete, continuing tomorrow."

The people of the Brown Family were also stunned. No one expected that even with such strict protection, a core member of the Family would still be assassinated by the opponent.

"Don't panic! Quickly search! The killer shouldn't have gone far!"

At Kress's command, the entire Brown Family sprang into action, including the thousands of gunmen outside, all sealing off the entire manor.

They searched for two or three hours, but the result was the same as with the Field Family: not a single person was found.

As a result, everyone was enveloped by an atmosphere of extreme fear. Facing such a terrifying assassin, no one knew who would die tomorrow.