Capítulo 1882: Chapter 1882: Demonstration
Four sword cultivators exchanged looks, and one of them stepped forward to the martial arts school trainee and snatched the phone.
“Is there really a video in here?” The sword cultivator asked coldly.
They were all cold-blooded assassins.
Rarely did they smile.
Hearing this, the other martial masters hurriedly gave him a signal.
But the trainee was trembling, how dare he lie?
“Yes…”
As the trainee’s voice fell, the sword cultivator opened the phone and started checking the video.
When he saw the sixth son of Yorktown Family’s head bizarrely fly off.
This sword cultivator’s expression changed.
He watched it three times but couldn’t find any clue.
“What’s going on?” His companion asked.
Could it really be as this young man said, the sixth son of Yorktown Family wasn’t killed by him?
But Carl Percival insisted that it was this young man who did the killing!
“Take a look.” The sword cultivator looked grim, holding the phone and walked to his companions, not forgetting to glance at Julius Reed.
This young man had a punchable face!
Arrogant, just arrogant!
Yet, Moon Manor had to be fair.
With so many people watching, they had to investigate the truth.
If the young man didn’t kill anyone, they really couldn’t do anything to him.
The other three watched the video, unable to resist touching their own necks.
My goodness!
The head flew off directly?
Does it play this way?
Utterly unimaginable!
Regardless of anything, the sixth son of Yorktown Family was also a top-notch grandmaster!
Although he was a few steps away from becoming a great grandmaster, he was more than enough to teach the young people.
How could such a master die like this?
And in such a gruesome manner.
The four kept watching the phone, repeatedly replaying.
Until the phone ran out of battery, they still couldn’t see the truth.
“I say, officials, I’m innocent, falsely accused, can I leave?” Julius Reed got somewhat impatient: “Also, since this young master falsely accused me, shouldn’t his tongue be cut out?”
“Bullshit! How could the sword cultivators wrong you?” Carl Percival was certain that Julius Reed was the killer.
Could the sixth son of Yorktown Family’s head fall off on its own?
“Shut up!”
The sword cultivator snapped.
The situation was so surreal, it was beyond their comprehension.
“Although there’s no direct evidence you killed him, you’re still a suspect.” The sword cultivator wouldn’t let the insult slide easily.
Moreover, since there was a conflict between the sixth son of Yorktown Family and Julius Reed, Julius Reed remained the primary suspect until the matter was fully investigated.
“Does Moon Manor simply disregard fairness? I came here out of admiration, just walking on the street!”
“A flying dagger nearly took my life; not only was I nearly killed, but also beaten up. That martial master was clearly coming for blood, ended up suffering the consequences, and yet it’s my fault…”
Julius Reed’s face was full of grievance.
Innocent!
Truly innocent!
“Anyway, I can’t leave, I still want his tongue.” A hint of disappointment flashed across Julius Reed’s face: “If you find it’s me, just arrest me. But for now, I hope you give me freedom.”
The four sword cultivators exchanged looks, feeling troubled.
They truly didn’t have any evidence proving Julius Reed was the killer.
If they forcibly took him away, it would inevitably damage the manor’s reputation.
The world is chaotic, and the Manor Owner has great ambitions.
At this moment, heroes from all over should be welcomed, not driven away.
During the meeting a few days ago, the City Lord specifically emphasized this.
“Alright. We will assign someone to follow you, if you try to leave, regardless of whether you committed murder or not, we will kill you.” A sword cultivator said coldly: “Understand!”
“What about his tongue?” Julius Reed pointed at Carl Percival.
This person is really despicable.
Needs a lesson.
“Before the investigation is clear, we can’t punish him. But if this matter is truly unrelated to you, we will give you justice!”
The sword cultivator’s tone was already impatient, but in front of everyone, they still needed to maintain appearances.
Even acting has to be thorough.
“Sword cultivator, he’s definitely the killer…”
“Shut up!” Before Carl Percival could finish speaking, the sword cultivator reprimanded: “Better mind your own business first!”
Aside from leaving a sword cultivator to track Julius Reed, the others quickly disappeared.
Leaving Carl Percival baffled in the wind!
What’s going on?
A bit disoriented.
The deputy head coach of the martial arts school was killed, it’s not a small matter.
The sword cultivators must return quickly and find the truth.
Otherwise, if public opinion ferments, the Manor Owner is sure to hold them accountable for their incompetence.
Can’t avoid a scolding, and still have to face punishment.
“How did you do it?” After leaving the crowd, Dorian Cook communicated with Julius Reed using lip-synch.
The sword cultivator followed, making communication inconvenient.
“You know, just now I almost drew my knife, ready to fight our way out with you.”
She didn’t see what happened on the street when looking for Carl Percival.
But seeing Julius Reed’s calm demeanor, Dorian Cook knew there was no trouble.
In causing issues and solving problems, West Tower is a genius.
“No big deal.”
Julius Reed replied through lip-synch as well.
“How did you kill him?” Dorian Cook asked curiously.
To kill someone invisibly under everyone’s gaze, what kind of amazing trick was this?
It’s a lie to say she’s not curious.
“Want me to demonstrate?” Julius Reed said again through lip-synch.
The two glanced at each other’s lips, while the sword cultivator behind kept a certain distance, unable to see.
“Are you sure?” Dorian Cook was curious, how could this be demonstrated?
But impulsiveness won over reason, she rubbed her hands, full of anticipation. “I want to see.”
“Then watch closely.”
Julius Reed opened his palm,
which held the two blades of Nine Heavens Thorn.
In the center of the blades, there was a thin thread.
“Let me ask you, is this sword cultivator carrying any recording equipment?” Julius Reed asked again.
He noticed the sword cultivator had a camera on his chest.
It might be for surveillance or for recording certain events.
“Of course, this is a highly civilized city. As managers, sword cultivators carry cameras.”
As someone who had been to Moon Manor before, Dorian Cook was quite familiar with it.
“That’s great.”
Julius Reed saw an intersection ahead, leading Dorian Cook swiftly into it!
Taking advantage that the sword cultivator hadn’t caught up, he threw two Nine Heavens Thorn towards the sides!
Then.
Julius Reed acted as if nothing had happened, walked shoulder to shoulder with Dorian Cook.
The sword cultivator behind saw them enter the alley, thinking the target was escaping, quickly put his right hand on his waist, turning swiftly!
Rushed out!
But as he was running!
The head suddenly fell.
In the air.
There was only a faintly blood-stained red thread.
Thud!
The headless body fell to the ground.
Julius Reed reached out and grabbed, retrieving Nine Heavens Thorn.
“Dead?” Dorian Cook was stunned beside him.
“Shh!”
Julius Reed pointed at the camera, standing still: “Wait, soon they’ll come looking for trouble again.”