Billionaire God of War
Chapter 732
Lennard's expression changed completely. The person he was waiting for was not this man.
"Where's Agent 3? Where is Mr Fleming?" ask her with a trembling voice.
"You don't deserve to know." The voice of the masked man was as low as
subwoofers. It sounds soft in volume, but the vibrations alone make
someone's ear drum hurts.
"You ..." Lennard's voice trembled and he seemed to be afraid of the person in the
ahead of him.
"I'm here to see Agent 3! Not you, not ..."
He did not want to say anything more and turned to flee. But
with another swoosh, the man gets in his way.
"What do you want?!" shout Lennard.
But this bamboo forest is so remote, no one will hear it
no matter how hard he screams.
"I'll kill you!"
The masked man did not bother to say anymore. He suddenly used
his palm was to slice through the air and there was a squirt sound.
Lennard's eyes instantly widened as she gripped her own throat
tightly. But fresh blood kept flowing between his fingers.
"Ugh..."
His entire body trembled as he stumbled a few steps into the
backside. His breathing became increasingly breathless, and he could not
put out a word.
"A traitor must die!"
The masked man did not even look at him anymore and disappeared quickly
into the bamboo forest.
Lennard took a few steps back and eventually lost his balance
fall to the ground. His body was cramping and there was a thin gap in his throat. She didn't
know what used to slit his throat, but it was a cut
very clean one.
Fresh blood continued to gush out from the crack and dye the ground into
reds.
"III no. I. I am not from the Long family..." Lennard's lips quivered as
eyes widening. His face slowly faded from his color and voice
fade into silence.
…
Meanwhile, the,
The man kneeling on one knee outside the curtain that covered the pavilion was a man
the masked man who just killed Lennard.
"Sir, Agent 3 is gone."
"I've tried to contact him many times but he didn't answer.
My lord, you can't let it continue like this" said the masked man
politely while quickly lowering his head.
"Agent 3 does something like that. It won't be easy for you to
find it," said the man behind the curtain with a faint laugh. "He was the last one
know Shape-Will Fist. The things he wants are so much more than you want."
The man kneeling outside said nothing.
There was a deep look in the eye under that mask.
"Everybody is chasing the same thing, it's just that some people want
some want more and some want less. But anyway, anyway,
I Can Give You All What You Want. As to whether
You have a second thought or another idea, I don't care."
His Majesty's tone of voice sounded very calm and he did not sound a little
angry or angry.
But the masked man heard it very differently.
He immediately knelt down and prostrated formally. The glint in his eyes grew brighter.
"Your servant here deserves to die!"
"Oh? Why do you deserve to die?" His Majesty's voice remained calm. Even more
calm down from the tea in the cup.
"I have other ambitions!"
"Oh? What other ambitions do you have?"
The masked man gulped, then slowly looked up. He stared straight at
the direction of the person behind the curtain and he suddenly clenched his fists.
His feet stepped on the ground suddenly and pushed himself forward with
high speed like a sharp arrow.
The speed is incredible!
He was clearly an extremely powerful grandmaster level fighter!
"My ambition. is to kill you! And replace you!"
An intense air instantly exploded from the masked man. His body is blaring
hard as thunder as he raised his fist high to make
fatal move. A series of air explosions headed towards the curtains!