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Chapter 619 - 209 Ambush: 13 Masked Knights_2

Chapter 619: Chapter 209 Ambush: 13 Masked Knights_2

Moreover, “directional” Martial Skills were something Leonard Churchill heard about for the first time.

He figured Abel must have stumbled upon some good fortune, probably replaceing a Skill Card in the Relics.

…

After tidying up the scene, Leonard swaggered out of the training ground.

He locked the door and signaled his subordinates not to enter and clean up.

It wouldn’t pose any issues for a short period.

On his way up, everyone in the Iron Fist Gambling Hall recognized “Abel”, and flattery flooded his ears from all sides.

Leonard found it quite fascinating.

He himself was a professional actor, but this performance was a whole new experience.

Unlike the last disguise as the unacquainted “Baron Charles”, this time was not just impersonation, but substitution.

It felt like a new role-playing game, in this moment, he truly was “Abel”.

He greatly enjoyed this sensation of taking over another person’s life story.

As if an extra callous and indifferent gang character emerged in his soul, once integrated, he became a completely different person.

Everyone around him were acquaintances of Abel.

There was a thrilling sensation that if he didn’t perform well, things would immediately go awry.

Originally, Leonard’s plan was to kill and leave, but now he relished the feeling of a perfect performance.

He thought, maybe he should help himself to Abel’s little treasury?

Now that Lion City was thriving, this guy Abel was a gang leader in town, surely he had all sorts of ill-gotten goodies.

What if… there were Mystery Cards like the previous one, wouldn’t it be a missed opportunity?

With that in mind, Leonard wasn’t in a hurry to leave anymore.

He made his way to the basement on the second floor below ground, where his second-in-command, Scarface Rocky, greeted him: “Boss, are you done with your training?”

Leonard nodded indifferently: “Yeah.”

Scarface Rocky seemed to have something important to report, and immediately said, “Just now, ‘Mangy Dog’ sent over another batch of goods, it’s already in the basement of Ninth District.”

“Yeah.”

Leonard was unsure of the ‘goods’ the man referred to, but he responded ambiguously nonetheless.

Hearing the nickname “Mangy Dog”, he recalled a notoriously infamous human trafficker in the underworld.

It wasn’t strange for the Brotherhood to be in the human trafficking business.

Speaking of which, Scarface Rocky, with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle, said, “Heh heh, I picked out a couple of good ones for you, boss. Take a look and see if they catch your eye.”

“Yeah.”

Leonard listened with an expressionless face, neither rejecting nor acknowledging, as he wasn’t quite familiar with Abel’s private life.

However, considering the second-in-command’s attitude, it should be something not to be refused.

Leonard made sure to understand Abel’s routine; even on a normal day in the training ground, he would leave after just a few hours.

Not wanting to linger, he exited the doors of Iron Fist Gambling Hall, leading a gang of underlings as they hit the streets towards Ninth District.

In the newly built Lion City, the urban roads hardly had any names and were mostly numbered.

Ninth District was considered a mid-tier district, and now that Abel was a man of status, his apartment was located there.

Before long, the party arrived by car.

At 16 Ninth District stood a black building.

Leonard had thought about staking out Abel’s place before.

But it was close to the Lady District, and a fight there could easily alarm the Lionheart Family’s patrolling guards.

Now with the man dead, he wanted to see if there was anything valuable in Abel’s home.

Their motorcycles stopped at the entrance, where two fairly presentable maids were already waiting.

Having servants was the norm for higher-ups, and it looked like Abel was also trying to clean up his act and squirm his way into the upper echelons, at least he’d learned how to put on airs.

Once home, the henchmen dispersed.

Leonard approached the entrance and heard the two maids bow and greet him: “Master, you’re back.”

He didn’t speak, simply walked straight in.

However, it was in that instant that his Werewolf instincts suddenly alerted him to a hint of danger.

“Eh… Is that killing intent?”

Leonard clearly sensed the killing intent, yet he continued to walk undisturbed.

The killing intent was revealed too soon, suggesting it wasn’t from too formidable a presence.

Sure enough, the moment he stepped into the entrance hall, a gust of transparent air above began to twist.

The stealthy assassin suddenly launched an attack, like a ghost, a dagger violently thrust toward Leonard’s neck.

“A Second Tier assassin, huh?”

Seeing the swirling Curse Power, Leonard assessed that the person above was a rather normal Second Tier assassin.

With a surprise attack, there was a slim chance to kill Abel, a Third Tier fighter.

But for Leonard’s keen sense, once detected, there was no chance at all.

This person came to assassinate Abel, and of course, Leonard wouldn’t deal a lethal blow.

He dodged the dagger and with a punch wreathed in black Curse Power, he intentionally used Abel’s signature move, Tiger Cannon Fist.

This punch struck the assassin’s chest through the air, eliciting a muffled grunt; the assailant could no longer stand.

The figure beneath the cloak was petite and graceful; was the assassin a woman?

The sudden appearance of the assassin panicked Scarface Rocky and his remaining underlings who hadn’t left yet. They quickly drew their guns and swarmed over: “Boss.”

Leonard didn’t want to make a big fuss and waved them off.

An assassin in the hands of the Brotherhood was surely doomed, but he didn’t plan to handle this one that way, and had to make up an excuse to take her inside: “I have questions for her.”

“Yes, boss.”

The underlings took his words at face value.

It was commonplace for gangs to deal with those seeking revenge.

Leonard grasped the person, hoisting her over his shoulder, and entered the apartment.