Linlin and the other person were both utterly incredulous. Just moments ago, they had mocked the fact that someone didn't even qualify to take the exam and later even tried to use their connections to...Sithu Fei gave the Dark Butcher a teasing look. "Just your so-called master, Olivier, is trying to learn our boss's tricks The idea is good, but you need the skills for it."

"Little brother, please let me off this time, okay"

The Night Butcher, his face etched with desperation, knelt before Si Tufei with a thud.

"Little brother, I have the elderly at home and children. Please give me a chance. I won't dare to do it again in the future. Here, I kowtow to you..."

The Night Butcher spoke, bowing his head as if about to pay respects, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

At the instant his head dipped down, a *crack* echoed as a black beam shot out from behind his neck, swift as lightning, aimed straight at Situ Fei's face.

This guy actually had a secret weapon, a hidden flying arrow behind his neck. This tactic was very sneaky, and combined with him pretending to beg for mercy earlier to distract the opponent, he had always been successful.

He had survived many dangerous situations before, relying on this life-saving tactic to stay alive.

The Night Butcher wore a triumphant expression. Even if the other party's cultivation surpassed his, it didn't matter in the end, they would still die at his hands.

Just as he looked up to see Situ Fei, he was stunned by the sight before him.

Only then did they see the arrow had arrived before their opponent, a mere centimeter away, yet inexplicably stopped there, unable to advance another inch.

Si Tu Fei smiled dismissively. As a martial artist at the Saint level, his protective qi was so strong that even bullets couldn't penetrate it, let alone these small concealed weapons.

In the Butcher of Night’s horrified gaze, he reached out and grasped the flying arrow in his palm, turning it over.

This thing is about ten centimeters long, made entirely of steel. The arrowhead is pitch black, looking as if it's been poisoned.

"Not bad, quite ruthless."

"I...please let me go..."

The terrified Night Butcher was truly begging for mercy this time, but unfortunately, Situ Fei didn't give him a chance. With a flick of his wrist, the flying arrow plunged directly into his chest.

"Ah!"

The Night Butcher let out a horrified howl. He knew all too well the potency of the poison on his arrows; once it struck, there was no saving a wound like that.

As expected, the flying sword pierced his chest and within seconds, he was dead, blood gushing from his seven orifices.

As the number one ranked killer on the hit list, he never imagined that one day he would die from his own poison arrow.

Everything was finally over, and only then did Cao Xinhua and the other person come to their senses.

Lou Baiming hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"Thanks, little brother. Thanks for coming to my aid."

"Grandpa, there's no need to thank me. This is all arranged by the boss," Si Tufei said. "The boss said that as long as you do your own thing, you don't have to worry about safety at all, we are responsible for it."

Cao Xinghua asked suspiciously, "Young brother, may I ask who your boss is"

"Forgot to tell you, my boss is your president." Si Tufei laughed. "Alright, old man, won't keep you from resting, I'll go first."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the corpse of the Night Butcher and instantly vanished from the window.

The two old men remained in the room, their faces filled with gratitude: "It turns out that Senior Brother had thought so thoroughly and had always sent people to protect us."

Olivier, having left Ye Bufan's manor, returned to the presidential suite of the hotel.

"Sitting on a luxurious leather sofa, he said angrily: 'That arrogant and ignorant Chinese man dares to confront the Berick family. He really doesn't know his place.'"

The bodyguard chief stood beside him, fawningly saying: "Young Master, after that kid tastes your might, he will surely apologize to you on his knees tomorrow."

"Some people are like that, they don't cry until they see the coffin." Olivier said with an air of arrogance. "How about Van der Sar He's been there for a while now, right Any news"

The bodyguard leader said, “Not yet.”

"What about the Night Butcher"

The bodyguard chief said again, "There's still no news."

Olivier frowned. "Damn it, how did he manage this Dealing with a few old men about to kick the bucket, is it necessary to make such a drawn-out affair"

The bodyguard leader said, "Maybe something happened. Master, rest assured, the Night Butcher is ranked in the top 100 assassins. Dealing with a few old men won't be a problem at all."

Olivier nodded, he felt the same way.

"Arrogant Chinese people, who don't know their place, actually dare to come to our country and promote traditional Chinese medicine. I have no idea what they are thinking."

The bodyguard chief hurriedly said flatteringly, "What the young master said is right. Once these people suffer losses, they will scurry back to China with their tails between their legs."

The Brown family is so incompetent, they let a newcomer steal their estate and even gave him 10 billion dollars.

"This time I said I was coming back to Apple City with that old geezer Clyston for revenge, but he didn't even have the guts to set foot here. He's such a coward."

Olivier, having said that, shook his head.

He shook his head, clearly disgusted by the Browns' performance.

He sat there, chatting idly with the bodyguard chief while waiting for word from his sent men.

And that black wizard sat there like a statue, silent as stone. If you didn't know he was there, you wouldn't even realize he existed.

Time ticked by, and soon it was almost midnight. Still, there was no reply.

Olivier glanced at his gold watch, his expression no longer calm and composed.

He drained the red wine in front of him, said impatiently: "Damn Van Der Sa, damn Night Butcher, how long does it take for such a small matter, why haven't they come back yet"

“This…”

The bodyguard chief stood beside him, he didn't know how to answer the question either.

To them, dealing with the weak members of the Tu ethnic group or those elderly traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who were practically on their deathbeds was child's play.

And this time, they sent out their best fighters, it's like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes, and so far there have been no results.

Most importantly, the phone just couldn't be reached, and we completely lost contact.

"Archmage Overla, would you mind taking a look and seeing if something has happened over there"

Olivier, though mad, still held great respect for the Dark Wizards.

"Okay."

Only then did Oveira stir, his voice a rasping whisper, more grating than a crow's caw.

He finished speaking and with a gesture, pulled out a crystal ball about 10 centimeters in diameter.

With both hands clasped, he formed a peculiar seal. Amazingly, the crystal ball began to levitate, as if defying gravity, hovering before them.

"Great wizard, tell me where Van der Sar and the others are..."

"As Ovelia spoke, she flicked her finger, and a wisp of black smoke drifted into the crystal ball."

Then, the crystal ball suspended in mid-air began to change. It trembled first, and then burst forth with a dazzling red glow.

After seeing this red light, Ovira's black robe trembled, and he said in a dry voice: "Young Master, Van Der Sa is dead."

"What He's dead That can't be possible"

Olivier's face was one of disbelief. After all, Van der Saar was a mid-stage Sky Realm expert. Even in the Libek family, where experts were plentiful, he was considered a top-tier powerhouse. How could he just die like thisifyingly fast.Time passed by little by little, and Tian Sha Island remained calm. Three days later, the island began to change, with more and more people arriving.As the day for the inheritance openin...