Chapter 821: Chapter 260 Important Figures Gather, Betting on Sinless City Part 2
Meanwhile, a lingering pain erupted from his forehead like a volcano.
The burning sting was so intense that tears flowed uncontrollably.
Leonard Churchill cradled his forehead and instantly felt a lump form under his hand.
First, it was the size of a marble, then the size of a bun…
And then it became the size of a gourd!
Only a ghost would know how the swelling could stack up like that!
Leonard’s eyes were in such agony, like they were scorched by chili peppers, and through his tears, he looked at the old man before him and said with a pained expression, “Senior Shepherd, is this…”
The attacker was none other than Barre Shepherd.
That old man, seeing Leonard’s innocent and aggrieved look, was reminded of memories from a hundred years ago, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
He mimicked a smug expression on his face, evoking someone’s memories, and said, “This lump, it’s my doing!”
Hearing this, Leonard immediately understood what was happening.
He kept silent, daring not to argue.
This grudge-bearing old man remembered the duel at Safflower Manor from a century ago.
Ah… but that was a hundred years ago.
Barre Shepherd, looking at the two enormous lumps on Leonard’s forehead, finally showed a satisfied expression and couldn’t resist showing off, “Do you know why you got hit?”
Leonard cast a glance at the old man and grimaced, conceding the point.
But, although he dared not argue with his mouth, he couldn’t help but complain inwardly.
Barre Shepherd looked at Leonard, and his aged face also took on a smug look.
The deed was done, and his thoughts were now clear.
It turned out it wasn’t that he had been inadequate back then, but that he had taught too well.
But seeing Leonard’s subdued aura, he also exclaimed in surprise, “However, you’ve made quick progress, lad. You’ve even touched the threshold of ‘Intention’.”
Leonard heard this and hadn’t yet realized what it meant before reflexively asking, “Intention?”
Barre Shepherd glanced at him, his expression slightly peculiar, “Yes… what exactly happened to you these past few days that you’ve touched upon ‘Intention’ so swiftly?”
After all, it had been only a few days since they separated from Upper State Prison, hadn’t it?
Such a big change truly astounded Barre Shepherd.
He knew all too well how he himself had been stuck at this threshold for a good ten years.
‘Intention’ wasn’t something card masters could break through just by reaching a certain level of strength.
It depended on Fortune, experience, and Enlightenment.
The saying “Without a dead heart, there arises no Intention” was not in vain.
Leonard also came to realize that the mysterious sensation he felt earlier was in fact touching upon the threshold of “Intention.”
He wondered why his perception of the sensory world had suddenly altered, as if it had become much clearer.
But as to how he came to comprehend it…
The hint of joy in Leonard’s eyes rose and then dissipated.
Seeing the sadness in Leonard’s expression, another person spoke up, “Old Shepherd, if you don’t understand, don’t ask blindly.”
It was not only Barre Shepherd who had come; there was also a mysterious figure in a cloak accompanying him.
Seeing the signature white beard, Leonard recognized him as Master Merlin.
But how had these two come to Flood Gang together?
Barre Shepherd, not pleased by the interjection, retorted, “How do I not understand?”
Merlin: “Old Shepherd, do you know what love is?”
Barre Shepherd replied indifferently, “What’s the use of knowing that? Women only slow down my punch.”
Merlin looked exasperated but had no interest in bickering further with the man.
Once the two men finished speaking, Leonard also greeted him respectfully, “Master Merlin.”
Merlin nodded at Leonard with a complex look and a deep sigh.
Vera Williams had come to Sinless City and seen him for the last time.
He also knew whom his old friend had come to see.
Now that he had come to Flood Gang, apart from official business, it was also to send off that person on their last journey.
Leonard guessed as much, and his mood was not bright.
Barre Shepherd, looking at their expressions, stroked his beard.
They didn’t talk much, but the excitement soon resumed.
Suddenly, a loud explosion pierced everyone’s eardrums.
With a “boom,” two disheveled figures fell from the floor above.
Angrily, someone shouted, “People of the Song Family, do you know what you are doing? I am a Federal Senator! No matter what I have done, only the Federal Court has the jurisdiction to judge me. Daring to attack a senator, you are looking for death!”
The crowd focused to see a burly man in a suit, clearly a bodyguard, gripping a portly middle-aged man as they crashed into the hall.
It looked like they had been thrown down, and both were bleeding from wounds.
Leonard recognized the fat man at a glance.
He had seen him in the newspapers, the Federation’s hot senator, a big banker, a regular on the wealthy elite list, a politician named Kean.
Leonard only noticed the two men, but Barre Shepherd narrowed his eyes slightly, “Oh, not a bad assassin there.”
Just as the two men landed, a ripple flashed through the air and a dark green dagger emerged from the void.
“Watch out, Lord Kean!”
The bodyguard, obviously a fraction of a second too late to sense it, tried to retreat explosively, but the dagger had already slid across his arm.
With a “slash,” a jet of blood sprayed out, and an arm fell to the ground.
The bodyguard hadn’t expected someone to sever his arm so easily. There were very few assassins in the whole Federation who could do that.
Looking at the assassin not far away, dressed in a hooded figure-hugging outfit, his complexion turned pale as he warned, “Sir, it’s Quintu!”
Kean the Senator, now with a ghastly pale face, looked at the legendary assassin before him, trying to negotiate, “Quintu, no matter how much the Song Family pays, I’ll offer double! No, ten times more!”
Listening to this name, Leonard also guessed who it was.
The honorary chairman of the Assassins Guild, the legendary Thieves Emperor ‘Nighshadow’ Quintu, a legend among the powerhouses, the number one assassin of the modern era!