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 finding 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?”
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.