Chapter 366: Chapter 366: The Revenge of a Father’s Death_1
“Do you really think I’m not afraid to kill your wife?”
Sterling Fairbanks’s heart lurched with fear. Prior to this, his plan was for Julius Reed to submit because of Quella Radcliffe, so he could torture him first, then violate Quella Radcliffe in front of Julius Reed, and finally throw them both into the sewage pit, creating the illusion of an accidental drowning death.
But the first part wasn’t going according to plan at all.
Julius Reed’s reaction when he saw Quella Radcliffe bound was not worry or fear, not even a hint of nervousness.
From the moment he entered the door, his face was expressionless, punctuated only by the occasional smile.
Now he was even ready to strike!
Keep in mind, the knife in Kairo Percival’s hand was still pressed against Quella Radcliffe’s neck; a single thrust forward, and she would be gone.
“Who do you think you are? You think you can kill just because you wish to? Try touching my wife!”
Julius Reed’s right hand clutched a golden whip, his eyes filled with contempt.
“You’re forcing my hand!”
Sterling Fairbanks yelled, “Uncle Moore, disfigure her face first!”
Being provoked in such a manner, Sterling Fairbanks was fuming internally, nearly driven to madness.
“Understood!”
Kairo Percival lifted his black umbrella slightly, speaking indifferently, “No choice, bear with it.”
After that, the knife blade was about to swipe across Quella Radcliffe’s face.
Whoosh!
Just at that moment, a sharp sound of something cutting through air reached them!
Kairo Percival instinctively took a step back, his black umbrella springing open in a flash!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three steel knives struck the umbrella, sparking brightly upon impact.
“Who dares to attack from the shadows!”
Kairo Percival turned around, looking extremely serious at what was behind him.
If he had been just a second slower, those three steel knives might have already pierced through his body!
The blades were overwhelmingly powerful, leaving three marks even on his ancestral umbrella.
“Black Impermanence Kairo Percival, you do have some skills,” remarked a voice.
Whoosh!
A figure descended swiftly from the sky, followed by a barrage of flying knives!
“You low-life!”
Kairo Percival was about to grab Quella Radcliffe and use her as a shield, but the knives were moving too fast. He was forced to retreat, spinning the black umbrella continuously.
Meanwhile, another figure landed beside Quella Radcliffe, and with a fierce slash of the dagger, cut through all the ropes that bound her.
“Who on earth are you!”
Kairo Percival’s face was filled with seriousness. He felt that this person was strong, and if it came to a real fight, they might be evenly matched.
But the assailant’s movements were even more elusive, making Kairo all the more disadvantaged if caught by surprise.
“I am known as the Western Swordsman, Lucan Davenport.”
Lucan Davenport slowly drew a longsword from his back, placing Quella Radcliffe behind him, “Sister-in-law, sorry for the scare.”
“Thank you…”
Quella Radcliffe, dazzled by the display, felt as if she were watching a fight between immortals.
She loosened her hands and moved her limbs to relieve the stiffness.
Being tied to the chair had left her hands and feet sore, with pale marks already appearing on her wrists.
“Why didn’t my men detect you?”
Kairo Percival closed his black umbrella, revealing the extremely sharp blade on its tip.
“They did notice me, but they didn’t get the chance to utter a sound before I slaughtered them.”
Lucan Davenport chuckled, “The Jianghu calls Quella Radcliffe ‘Black Impermanence,’ known for her unique Soul Summoning Umbrella. Today, I would like to learn from you, I wonder if you have the time?”
He held the Longsword with both hands and lightly licked his lips.
“How do you know me?”
Quella Radcliffe gripped the handle of the umbrella tightly, feeling somewhat shocked inside.
The title of Black Impermanence hadn’t been mentioned in many years, and even fewer people knew the name of this umbrella.
The fact that this young man before her could recite both her title and the name of her umbrella indicated that he must also be a fellow Martial Artist.
The Percival Family had practiced martial arts for generations; the Soul Summoning Umbrella had been passed down through countless generations. Both the ribs and the material of the umbrella were extremely sturdy—it could not even be penetrated by darts.
Fifteen years ago, Quella Radcliffe’s father, Arlo Percival, was defeated and died at Percivalset Peak, leaving this umbrella deeply embedded in the cliff’s edge.
It wasn’t until ten years ago that Quella Radcliffe, with the support of the Hall Family, diligently mastered her family’s martial arts and finally reached Percivalset Peak to retrieve the Percival Family’s heirloom Soul Summoning Umbrella.
Afterward, as the Hall Family made enemies continuously during their expansion, violent confrontations were inevitable.
It was during this time that Quella Radcliffe’s moniker ‘Black Impermanence’ became well-known.
Over the past decade, the number of skilled fighters and wealthy merchants who had died at her hands was countless. Many people, who heard the name Black Impermanence, were too frightened to engage in any conflict, and even those who matched the Hall Family in strength and influence would obediently back down upon seeing Quella Radcliffe.
No one thinks they have too long to live.
How terrifying must a person be who can block darts with ease?
Years ago, a business conglomerate kidnapped Sterling Fairbanks; Quella Radcliffe single-handedly, with an umbrella, charged into the crowd. Under the fire of several submachine guns, she killed everyone in the warehouse and brought Sterling Fairbanks safely home.
To this day, it remains an eagerly discussed topic amongst the locals.
But being too prominent invites trouble, and upon realizing this, Quella Radcliffe chose to keep a low profile.
It was quite surprising for someone so young to recognize her now.
“Do you still remember the person who killed your father?” she immediately asked in a casual tone, her hands resting on the sword.
Her posture was like that of two acquaintances having a chat, not resembling the quiet before a fight between sworn enemies.
“Renaldo Davenport! This name I’ve always remembered! What a pity, ten years ago he died of illness, and no one knows the whereabouts of the Davenports. Why do you mention this?” Quella Radcliffe frowned slightly, not understanding why the other party would bring up her father at this time.
Was he trying to get close to her? But she had long aligned with the Hall Family, and even if it were an old friend, she feared she would have to ruthlessly deal with a Shadow Warrior.
“Renaldo Davenport had a son, named Lucan.” Lucan Davenport chuckled, “His son is me.”
“It’s you!”
Quella Radcliffe’s pupils shrank suddenly, and her hand holding the Soul Summoning Umbrella trembled.
After mastering her skills back in the day, her first act was to avenge her father, but after searching the world over, she finally learned that Renaldo Davenport was already dead.
Even the whereabouts of his only son were unknown.
Now facing her enemy, she felt extreme enmity.
“You dare to show your face before me!” Quella Radcliffe’s eyes began to redden and her muscles tensed.
The hatred for her father’s killer was unbearable!
“My father’s death had everything to do with the Percivals!” Lucan Davenport’s face lost its previous smile, and he said coldly, “Your father betrayed the organization. My father went to stop him. Although he killed the traitor on the spot, your father managed to poison him!”
In this moment, his face bore the chill of frost, gone was the playful grin from before.
“Nonsense! There’s no need for words between us, today’s battle will settle life and death!” Quella Radcliffe lost her previous composure. In the face of her father’s murder, everyone becomes crazed!
“Then let’s do it!”
Lucan Davenport gripped the Longsword, emitting a wave of killing intent.
“I say, it was supposed to be me saving my wife today. What are you two fighting about?” Julius Reed walked toward the warehouse, facing the approaching security guards. In his hand, the golden whip was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, anyone it swept over would surely fall!
Even though the security guards charged at him wave after wave, not one could stop Julius Reed’s advance.
It only took seven steps for blood to flow like a river.
In front of him, only Sterling Fairbanks remained.
Thump!
“Boss, please don’t kill me…”
The previously arrogant Sterling Fairbanks suddenly dropped to his knees, his eyes void of life.
