My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chatper 391

Chapter 391

A young man from the hotel rooftop leaped down, landing in a half-kneel.

Two deep footprints appeared on the ground.

The next moment later, he was right in front of the boss in a flash.

With his pale and distinct hands, he grasped the boss by the throat and coldly demanded, ” Who sent you?”

A sense of imminent death enveloped the boss, his pupils shrinking in terror.

The cold-faced young man swiftly snapped the boss’ neck.

He then turned his gaze to the other three men.

Just his gaze alone forced the three men to kneel.

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The other two exchanged glances, choosing to remain silent.

The cold-faced youth scoffed, then swiftly moved and used his robust inner energy to shatter the hearts of the two

men.

Killing was as easy as turning his hand.

This

person was undeniably ruthless.

One of the guys was soaked in his own urine from fright. He blurted out, “It… it… it was Chad Mare who s-sent us!”

The cold-faced youth responded flatly, “Tell him… if he even thinks about harming Hera’s family, these men’s fate

will be his.”

“Okay…”

The man stammeringly nodded vigorously before scrambling away into the shadows.

An old man in old-school clothing handed a voice recorder to the cold-faced youth.

Then, he and three others retreated.

The cold-faced youth turned to go back to the hotel but stopped abruptly. “Come out now…

From the shadows, a man with scar tattoos all over his face and long, unkempt hair limped forward.

He looked like a vagrant who had been wandering for a long time.

“Sawyer Ford?”

The

young man narrowed his eyes in recognition.

This man was a stage nine great-grandmaster from the Klein family.

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He was proficient in 36 martial arts forms, each mastered to perfection.

His formidable skills once defeated two Profound Reality Realm experts.

The martial arts world dubbed him the Martial Maniac.

Sawyer put his hands in his pockets, flipping his greasy, unwashed hair back. He smirked. ” What’s the relationship

between Hera and the Skyes? Did the Skyes actually send you to protect her?”

The cold-faced youth retorted, “What’s it to you?”

Sawyer walked up to the cold-faced youth, tilted his head, and looked at the young man who was a head taller than

him. He smirked. “Of course, it has something to do with me. I came to kill Hera Lewis!”

The cold-faced youth clenched his fists, “You can try…”

Sawyer chuckled ominously. “Even your master lost to me. Do you think you stand a chance against me?”

The young man’s facial muscles quivered. His intense inner energy swirled around him, creating gusts of wind.