Chapter 1296 - 990: Counterfeit

Chapter 1296: Chapter 990: Counterfeit

Fifteen minutes ago, in the center of Gray Shore, towering skyscrapers bathed in torrential rain stood firm in the gale. At the very top of the buildings was a luxurious villa occupying the highest point and the best view, where the sound of rain was dense in the courtyard.

The study was dead silent.

"Failed?"

The elderly man, who usually wore a solemn expression and seemed very trustworthy, lost his voice, "Wasn’t it supposed to be a sure thing?"

"Where’s William?" he continued to ask, "Where did that dog William go?"

"We don’t know, we’re investigating..."

"Investigating, investigating, investigating! All you know how to do is investigate! What’s the use of you bunch of useless people!" President Seth roared angrily, shattered the phone with force, paced back and forth in the room, and after a long time, he finally calmed down.

He reached out, naturally a subordinate handed over a new phone.

After making several calls and confirming the situation with various parties, he returned to his seat, fell into contemplation, and soon made a decision.

"We can’t meddle in the Tanbo affair."

He raised his head and spoke coldly, "Issue a statement saying that the Yingzhou affair was solely William’s doing and has nothing to do with us. Remove William’s position and department."

"B-But if we do this," the subordinate was slightly taken aback, "What if William returns..."

"Can he return?"

Seth sneered.

That guy has been eyeing his position for days, this time dealing behind his back with Yingzhou, and even trying to drag others down with him?

Just for your sake, William, obediently die in Yingzhou, take all the blame upon yourself, it will be better for your family and everyone else.

Although he will lose some revenue from the Yingzhou Border, causing him a bit of pain, as long as the green hills last, there will be firewood.

The reason why the Wanderers’ Freedom Alliance, as a hybrid organization, can thrive across many borders in the Current Circumstances is precisely because it’s safe, harmless, and makes money harmoniously?

Although the emergence of Tanbo has shattered the most valuable façade of the Free Alliance, causing their revenue to continuously decrease these days... however, through this test, they have already perceived the enormous gap between themselves and Tanbo, no longer daring to harbor thoughts of revenge.

Not only that, he also intends to curry favor.

Everyone’s earning money together, isn’t that for the welfare of compatriots? He still holds so many resources and channels, as long as he curries favor intensely, sincerely, is he afraid of failing to earn money?

Thus, he quickly decided on the future direction in his heart.

He picked up the phone and instructed the secretary, "Connect me to Yingzhou’s line, have someone make contact with Tanbo... find an opportunity, I want to talk to them face to face."

The phone gave no response.

Silence filled the air.

Seth froze for a moment, sensed something amiss, picked up his phone only to find it completely without signal, instinctively got up, and upon hearing the gunfire outside, became acutely aware something was happening, decisively turned and headed toward the secret passage.

But this time, no matter how he twisted the knob, there was no response.

Only the sound of wailing kept echoing from outside the room.

His face changed drastically, he reached into the hidden compartment for weapons, carefully pushed open the study door, and let out a breath seeing the person seated on the chair in the partition.

That was the famous Fourth Stage expert he hired annually with a hefty fortune in this financial center of Gray Shore!

"What happened, Mer—"

Xiu De · Mer did not turn his head, merely raised his hand to halt any further action, "Boss, stay inside, don’t come out, this time might be tricky."

In the silence, only footsteps slowly approached from outside the door.

Gunfire rang out continuously, then quickly ceased, muffled sounds of bodies hitting the floor repeatedly followed, until finally, crimson blood silently flowed in from beyond the door.

Causing Seth’s face to slowly turn pale.

Amidst the silence, there came a soft knock on the door.

"Is President Seth in there... Please don’t be alarmed, I’m coming in now, keep your weapons ready, don’t fire accidentally, don’t hurt yourself."

A blade, so thin its thickness couldn’t be seen, flitted through the door crack, silently opening the heavy solid wood door.

Revealing the hell behind.

Along with the hoodie stained red with blood.

Under the hood, the teenage girl blew a bubble that popped audibly, sticking to her mouth, before it was soon chewed back in.

In an instant, Xiu De rose, faint flames entwining his fists, killing intent vicious.

Aniya seemed not to see him at all, her gaze swept past the opponent who had no chance of winning in a direct fight and fell on the target.

"Hello, Mr. Seth, it is you, right... You might not know me, but you must know who my teacher is, looking at your expression, you should have guessed it?"

The teenage girl smiled, "Because of your actions, my teacher told me to teach you a lesson..."

"Wait! Let’s talk about this!"

Seth retreated a step in panic, despite having a master by his side for protection, he seemingly felt the chilling cold of that thin blade, almost unable to breathe, "Please wait, I can pay the price, any price, it’s no problem, we can show sincerity!"

"If you’re prepared to receive a lesson, then that’s best." Aniya nodded, sighed with regret, "But unfortunately, in the Religious Judicature, lessons come only in one form. The price is always one.

And these two things are the same..."

Death!

In that moment, Fourth Stage Sublimator Xiu De exploded, rushed forward, roared, causing the entire floor’s glass to shatter with a bang, stormy wind and rain disrupted by that fierce punch.

The violent wind came face on, blowing Aniya’s hood off, her scattered long hair flying in the air.

Yet she stepped forward indifferently.

Allowing the Iron Fist to rush forward, eventually stopping at her nose tip.

Coming to a complete halt.

"To stop me, such ineffective punches won’t cut it, you know." Aniya raised her eyes to the bodyguard before her, "It’s okay, don’t be afraid, if you think you can protect your employer before the assassination craft of the Religious Judicature, then you should try.

But do you think you can succeed? Or should I say—"

She paused, grinned, "Do you really have the guts for that?"

Xiu De remained silent, his expression grim, with killing intent surging, but in the end, he didn’t dare to initiate any offensive. Even though he could crush the teenage girl in front of him with one punch!

"Think carefully, Mr. Bodyguard."

Anna yawned, hands in her pockets, "If you stand in front, you’ll become someone’s enemy. If you try to stop me, what kind of outcome will you face?"

Despite the enormous disparity between enemy and self, she seemed completely indifferent. From the beginning, she had never regarded the opponent’s bodyguard.

Because what she represented was never herself, choosing to deliver this knife to Seth was never Aniya herself.

But rather something stronger than the opponent before her!

Something massive compared to the power bought with money, more brilliant than struggles in the muddy darkness...

Just like that, she smiled, examined the opponent before her, and earnestly asked:

"—Are you going to be an enemy of my teacher, Mr. Bodyguard?"

Deathly silence.

The man did not speak.

The Iron Fist trembled, but was that anger or trembling?

"Hey, Xiu De! Don’t listen to her nonsense!" Seth’s face was iron blue, yelling, "We have a contract! We have an agreement, do you think she’ll let you go? Don’t forget what this bitch is here for!"

Xiu De · Mer still said nothing.

Just silent.

Struggling.

And Anna, stepped forward, reached out, pressed on his fist, "If you’re undecided, you can take your time considering, my job will take quite a while, you’ll have time.

But for now, please don’t get in the way..."

She said, "I have work to do."

Just like that, she casually pushed aside the Iron Fist enough to destroy herself and brushed past the final obstruction... In the study, Seth staggered backward, raised his hand, and forcefully pulled the trigger.

Emptied all the bullets.

But bullets would be useless.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but Aniya slightly withdrew a hand from her pocket, swayed it, and a thin invisible blade swept through, a segment of tongue fell from his mouth.

Raspy cries rang out, along with indistinct roars and curses.

"Shh, don’t speak, be quiet."

The teenage girl raised her finger, placed it in front of her lips, then bent down, took off the small backpack on her back, and pulled out a heavy hand hammer.

And a black Long Nail.

The Long Nail, as thick as a forearm, was stained with layers of dark red, soaked and dyed by the blood of countless heretics, almost turning pitch black.

Immediately, raspy screams rang out.

As if foreseeing the future, Seth retreated in terror, fell to the ground, then scrambled up with hands and feet, even disregarding height, attempting to rush out through the window. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

But the invisible thin blade swept, severing the fascia of his hands and legs, leaving only a small wound.

He fell to the ground, then was dragged up roughly, his left hand pressed against the wall.

"Don’t move."

Aniya bit the hammer handle in her mouth, issued a muffled command, then pulled out a Long Nail with the other hand, marked the position on his twitching palm, immediately, screams rang anew, the Long Nail punctured the palm and barely fixed it onto the wall.

Then she took the hammer out of her mouth and aimed at the Iron Nail.

Bam!

With a muffled sound, raspy screams erupted in sync with the floor’s shaking.

"Aren’t you claiming to be saints? Claiming to be saviors?"

The teenage girl squatted down, looking down at his eyes, "Since you’re such, why not bear the original sin for your compatriots? Why refuse the fate befitting you?

In the Tribunal, this is the highest level of treatment."

The second Iron Nail rose, aimed at his right hand.

Seth howled and begged, tears streaming, but he couldn’t stop the hammer from falling.

Aniya stepped back, examining the man on the wall, checked the height, then sighed with relief, sparing the trouble of mismatched heights requiring pulling out and hammering again.

On the wall, Seth no longer had the voice to rebuke, shed tears in pain, choking with moans.

But moans would be useless.

Just like he never heeded the tears of his kind.

"Hope and freedom, dignity and future, my teacher told me, these are the most precious things in the world."

Aniya suddenly said, "For a long time, you’ve lived off these, profited from them. Exploiting your own kind, deceiving those who put their trust in you, selling their ideals, sitting rightfully atop their corpses enjoying the fruits, finally, crafting one cunning illusory bubble after another... But dare not let people see the real things."

"Because once the real things appear, everyone will know—you’re fakes!"

Thus, conveying the words from the King of Tanbo.

Aniya looked up, met his eyes, and slowly told him, "Such people, need not exist in this world."

"—Therefore, you must die."

Crash!

The last Nail pierced Seth’s shell, drenched with blood, and wedged into Iron Stone!

Just like that, she turned and left.

Half an hour later, the famous public welfare organization Wanderers’ Freedom Alliance’s president, philanthropist, freedom fighter: Mr. Seth · Eaton died in his study.

Bled to death.

The troubling thing was, a first aid kit for stopping blood was right at his feet.

Sadly, no rescue came.

Another half hour later, shocking news from Tomorrow’s News erupted across the territory.