Chapter 770
Chapter 770:
The only other person could be Ashton, who was supposed to be incapacitated by the toxic gas.
From where Stephen stood, he could clearly see Ashton, who should have been nearly dead, now furiously slamming Red Jack’s head into the floor.
Suddenly, Ashton showed no trace of his prior weakened state. Even Stephen, who was normally unremarkable, could sense a daunting aura of murderous intent radiating from Ashton.
The overwhelming pain surged through Red Jack’s body like wildfire. His head throbbed, and dizziness threatened to take away his consciousness. But after all, he was an ace assassin of the Dark Night Organization. His reflexes were quicker than those of ordinary people. He quickly regained his senses and attempted to resist Ashton’s onslaught.
However, Red Jack’s once-precise and calculated movements grew increasingly erratic. His struggles only looked ridiculous in the face of Ashton’s sheer power. Every counterattack he made was effortlessly blocked by Ashton, and what he got in return were more violent punches.
The vault’s once pristine marble floor was cracked and shattered from Ashton’s relentless assault. Red Jack lay sprawled across the floor, blood oozing from his battered and motionless body. Ashton stood over him, breathing heavily. Finally, he stopped beating Red Jack.
At this moment, Red Jack was devoid of his usually carefree demeanor. Lying on the floor and bleeding profusely, he muttered in disbelief, “Impossible… This is impossible… With such a high dose of toxic gas, you should have been dead by now. How can you still be alive?”
Ashton’s expression was as cold as ice, and his voice was even more chilling when he said, “This matter is never a secret, and a dying man like you deserves to know. During my medical studies, I’ve ingested countless herbal remedies. Your poison has no effect on me at all.”
“So you’ve guessed my plan from the start and were just pretending all along.”
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫰⩸ℭ𝗈𝗺
As he spoke, Red Jack’s eyes widened, and his voice was filled with resentment.
Ashton continued coldly, “This is not our first encounter, right? Of course, I know exactly what kind of person you are. So, I pretended to be dead and watched you and Stephen fall out with each other. But since something so dangerous was in your hands, I had to step in. I am grateful for the information you provided because it helped me thwart Fraser’s plan. But for the safety of the people of Staville, I can’t let you live.”
Red Jack struggled to lift his head, his bloodied face twisted in a mixture of defiance and despair. He knew Ashton’s words were not mere threats. After all, he could clearly sense the murderous intent emanating from Ashton. There was no doubt Ashton wouldn’t spare his life.
With the threat of death so close, Red Jack’s adrenaline surged. He forced himself to get up, suppressing the pain and dizziness that spread through his body.
He gritted his teeth and struggled to steady himself. Then, he snapped his hand forward with deadly precision, releasing a flurry of darts aimed at Ashton’s vital points.
However, Ashton didn’t even flinch. Instead, he focused his eyes on the darts. As they approached him as fast as bullets, his leg snapped upward in a powerful, precise kick.
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