Chapter 1350 Poison Arrow

Situ Fei glanced at Night Butcher with a playful look: "That so-called master of yours, Olivier, actually wants to learn our boss's methods. The idea is good, but he needs to have the strength for it."

"Little brother, please let me go this one time, okay?"

Night Butcher pleaded, dropping to his knees in front of Situ Fei with a thud.

"Little brother, I have an Old Man above and children below at home. Please give me a chance. I won't dare to do it again. I'll kowtow to you here…"

As Night Butcher spoke, he lowered his head, seemingly to kowtow to him, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The moment his head lowered, with a crisp snap, a black ray suddenly shot out from the back of his neck, striking towards Situ Fei's face like lightning.

It turned out this guy still had a killer move; he had a hidden Flying Arrow in the back of his neck. This method was extremely concealed, and coupled with his previous kowtowing for mercy to attract the opponent's attention, it had always been unfailingly successful.

He had survived many dangerous situations before by relying on this life-saving method.

Night Butcher's face was filled with triumph. So what if the opponent's cultivation surpassed his? In the end, he would still die by his hand.

But when he looked up at Situ Fei, he was stunned by the sight before him.

The Flying Arrow had already reached the opponent's face, only about one centimeter away, but it was precisely stuck there, unable to advance even half an inch.

Situ Fei smiled disdainfully. As a Heaven Rank Martial Artist, the protective True Qi was so strong that even bullets could not penetrate it, let alone such a small hidden weapon.

Under Night Butcher's horrified gaze, he reached out and grabbed the Flying Arrow in his palm, playing with it.

This thing was about ten centimeters long, made of pure steel, and the arrowhead was as black as ink, clearly poisoned.

"Not bad, your methods are quite vicious."

"I… please let me go…"

The terrified Night Butcher truly wanted to beg for mercy this time, but unfortunately, Situ Fei didn't give him the chance. With a flick of his wrist, the Flying Arrow directly pierced into his chest.

"Ah!"

Night Butcher let out a horrified howl. He was all too clear about the toxicity of his Flying Arrow; it was instant death upon contact with blood, with no room for rescue.

Indeed, just a few seconds after the Flying Sword pierced his chest, he bled from his seven orifices and died.

As a killer ranked among the top one hundred on the assassin list, he never imagined that one day he would die by his own poisoned arrow.

After all this was over, Cao Xinghua and the other man finally came back to their senses.

Lou Baiming quickly stepped forward and bowed.

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He thanked him: "Little brother, thank you for your righteous action."

"Old Man, you don't need to thank me. This was all arranged by the boss," Situ Fei said. "The boss said that you just need to do your own thing, and you don't have to worry about safety at all. We will take care of everything."

Cao Xinghua asked doubtfully, "Little brother, may I ask who your boss is?"

"I forgot to tell you, my boss is your president," Situ Fei laughed. "Alright, Old Man, I won't disturb your rest. I'm leaving now."

After speaking, he grabbed Night Butcher's corpse and instantly disappeared from the window.

The two Old Men remained in the room, their faces filled with gratitude: "So Senior Brother thought of everything so thoroughly, he even sent people to protect us all along."

On Olivier's side, after leaving Ye Bufan's manor, they returned to the presidential suite of the hotel.

Sitting on the luxurious leather sofa, he said indignantly, "That arrogant and ignorant Huaxia person actually wants to contend with our Berwick Family. He really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

The Head of Bodyguards stood beside him and said fawningly, "Young Master, when that kid tastes your power, he will definitely come to your door on his knees to apologize tomorrow."

"Some people are just like that; they won't shed tears until they see the coffin," Olivier said proudly. "How is Fan Desha doing? He's been gone for a while, hasn't he? Is there any news?"

The Head of Bodyguards said, "Not yet."

"What about Night Butcher?"

The Head of Bodyguards said again, "Still no news."

Olivier frowned: "Damn it, what's he doing? Is it necessary to drag on like this to deal with a few Old Men who are almost in their graves?"

The Head of Bodyguards said, "Perhaps something happened, you never know. Young Master, don't worry, Night Butcher is a top 100 assassin. There won't be any mistakes dealing with a few Old Men."

Olivier nodded, he also thought the same in his heart.

"Ignorant Huaxia people, actually coming to our M Country to promote Traditional Chinese Medicine. I really don't know what they're thinking."

The Head of Bodyguards quickly said fawningly, "Young Master is right. When these people suffer losses, they will tuck their tails and roll back to Huaxia."

"Those people from the Brown Family are truly incompetent. They were actually robbed of their manor by an outsider and even handed over 100 billion usd.

I said I would bring that Old Man, Claxton, back for revenge this time, but he didn't even have the courage to set foot in Apple City. He's truly cowardly to the extreme."

Olivier shook his head as he spoke.

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He shook his head, clearly disdainful of the Brown Family's performance.

Finally, he sat there, chatting idly with the Head of Bodyguards, while waiting for news from the people he had sent out.

And the Black Wizard sat quietly beside him like a wooden or clay sculpture, not making a sound. If one didn't know, they wouldn't even realize there was a person sitting there.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was already close to midnight, yet there was still no reply.

Olivier looked at the gold watch on his wrist, his expression having lost its previous composure and calmness.

He drained the red wine in front of him and said anxiously, "Damn Fan Desha, damn Night Butcher, why is such a small matter taking so long? Why aren't they back yet?"

"This…"

The Head of Bodyguards stood beside him, also not knowing how to answer the question.

In their eyes, whether it was dealing with the weak Tu Tribe or those Old Traditional Chinese Medicine doctors with one foot in the grave, it was a simple matter.

Moreover, the people they sent out this time were all experts, completely like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, yet there was no result so far.

The most crucial thing was that the phone calls couldn't get through at all; they had completely lost contact.

"Great Wizard Avila, would you mind taking a look to see if something has happened on their side?"

Although Olivier was arrogant, he was still very respectful to the Black Wizard.

"Alright."

Avila finally moved. His voice was hoarse and dry, even more unpleasant than a crow's.

After speaking, he reached out and pulled out a crystal ball about 10 centimeters in diameter.

He formed a strange hand seal between his hands, and the crystal ball miraculously floated up, as if weightless, hovering in front of the few people.

"Great Wizard God, tell me where Fan Desha and the others are…"

As Avila spoke, he flicked his finger, and a black mist entered the crystal ball.

Subsequently, the crystal ball floating in mid-air changed, first shaking, then emitting a dazzling red light.

Upon seeing this red light, Avila's black robe trembled, and he said in a dry voice, "Young Master, Fan Desha is dead."

"What? He's dead? How is that possible?"

Olivier's face was filled with disbelief. One must know that Fan Desha was a Heaven Rank Middle Stage expert. Even in the Berwick Family, which was full of experts, he was a strong contender. How could he have died like this?