Chapter 162 Golden Hades Finnegan concealed his thoughts and responded casually, âMr. Calandrino!â
casss.
Finnegan didnât really want to deal with pretentiousness.
It seemed that Tyrone was unaware of Finneganâs indifference.
With a smile, he said, âMr. Larkin, Iâve heard that your medical skills are extraordinary. You were even able to cure your fatherâs complete paralysis.â He patted his right leg and asked, âWould it be possible for you to treat my leg?â
This was Tyroneâs second request.
However, Finnegan maintained his initial stance. âI canât cure it!â
Tyrone chuckled. âIt seems Mr. Larkin really doesnât know how, so I wonât bother you anymore.â
As he turned around with Leonardo, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
It was filled with a sinister aura.
Naturally, Finnegan sensed it, but he sat down without a care.
Immediately, he saw Solomon and his aunt, Elsa, right in front of him. To the right, there were Romona and several undercover police officers.
Clearly, they were representatives from Jadeboroughâs city council, ensuring that nothing would go wrong that night.
They were all focused on the battle happening on the stage at the moment, oblivious to his arrival.
âBradley, whatâs the situation now?â
While asking his question, Finnegan took another glance at Brutus.
He always felt that Brutus seemed to hold some animosity towards him.
With a serious expression, Bradley replied, âItâs not looking good!â
Tonight, each side would send out ten people to participate in the battle. In the end, whichever sideâs members could remain on the stage would be declared the victors.
But up until now, the Zymons family had only sent out one masked man who single-handedly defeated their eight people, including Zakaria.
At this moment, Spencer, who was in the battle, was the ninth person.
At this point, Bradley gave a bitter smile and said, âThat masked man is very powerful. Before Mr.
Zakaria made his move, the seven people who went up were all killed in one hit. If Mr. Zakaria hadnât jumped off the stage at the crucial moment just now, he probably would have died too!â
Alisha solemnly said, âWhere on earth did the Zymons family find such a person? Our biggest trump card is Mr. Klausen.â
Finnegan looked towards the person in the mask.
At first glance, the figure clearly belonged to someone of advanced age.
Next, Finnegan could sense that he was deliberately suppressing his strength, not revealing his full potential.
The spiritual energy circulated and condensed in his eyes, a faint silver light flashing within his pupils.
In the next moment, the mask of the masked man was seen through, revealing a face of indifferent brutality.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. âInteresting!â
The man in the mask was indeed Golden Hades, identical to the photo Reynard showed him.
At this moment, he was wearing a mask. It was clear that he didnât want to be recognized by others.
After all, he was a well-known fugitive.
Alisha asked, âWhatâs so interesting?â
Shifting his gaze, Finnegan said, âLet Spencer admit defeat. He canât beat the masked man. Even three of him couldnât.â
Spencer only had a Terra Realm Intermediate Rank cultivation, while Golden Hades was an Absolute Rank fighter of Terra Realm.
Moreover, his ability to rank among Loangâs Five Unparalleled and the Ten Illustrious would undoubtedly make him more powerful than those in the same rank and realm.
If the fight continued, there was no doubt that Spencer would lose. He might even lose his life.
With a bitter smile, Bradley said, âDr. Larkin, apart from Mr. Klausen, we have no one left.â
Even though there was room for one more person, if even Spencer couldnât win, anyone else who went up there would just be risking their lives.
Yawning, Finnegan said, âWell, you guys do as you please!â
On the stage, the battle had reached its peak.
Spencer launched an unrestrained attack on Golden Hades, leaving the spectators only able to see a series of afterimages.
Golden Hades, like a child at play, effortlessly neutralized Spencerâs attacks, making them all seem as if they had disappeared without a trace.
Brutus chuckled softly. âGolden Hades puts on quite a show. He could have defeated Spencer within ten moves, yet he deliberately prolonged the fight to a hundred moves.â
Yasmine, who exuded an air of untouchable nobility, spoke flatly. âIf heâs too conspicuous, people will O figure out his identity. Itâs better to maintain a low profile.â
The person next to her, Catherine, said with disdain, âI thought I would witness a spectacular show. I didnât expect it to be so simple. Had I known, I wouldnât have come!â
Interestingly, Yuvan, also known as Little Tyrant, was quite excited.
Swinging his fist, he shouted, âMasked man, hurry up and finish him off! Stop wasting time!â
Yasmine gently ruffled Yuvanâs hair. âYuvan, donât be so aggressive. Youâre making yourself look like a brute.â
Her words seemed to scold, yet they were tinged with a hint of indulgence.
Yuvan swung his fist and said, âYasmine, a man should be brave and strong. Itâs better to be reckless than to whine like a woman.â
âIt seems Iâll have to talk to your cousin when we get back. Only he can keep you in line.â
Upon hearing this, Yuvan shrunk his neck, turned around, and laughingly tried to appease Yasmine by holding her hand, âYasmine, please donât tell my cousin about this. Otherwise, he will definitely send me back to the Military Department for training, and I wonât be able to have fun.â
Yasmine responded, âIt depends on how you behave, then.â
Bang!
A muffled explosion reverberated throughout the entire venue.
Suddenly, Golden Hades grabbed Spencerâs hand and flung him into the air, then swiftly caught his hand again and slammed him heavily onto the ground.
Bradleyâs face changed dramatically. âMr. Klausen!â
Alishaâs face also turned pale. âMr. Klausen!â
Hahaha!
Solomon burst into hearty laughter. âWell done, well done indeed!â
He turned around, intending to confront the father and daughter from the Wahlstrom family, only to find Finnegan sitting across from him.
He paused for a moment before letting out a cold laugh. âOh, Finnegan, how do you still have the mood to enjoy the spectacle?â
The crowd that hadnât paid attention earlier now turned to look. Romona couldnât help but furrow her brows.
What is this jerk doing here?
Golden Hades on the stage suddenly stopped, lifting his head to look at Finnegan. A flash of ferocity appeared in his eyes, a hint of murderous intent subtly present. His fists clenched even tighter.
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O Yasmine turned around and whispered, âBrutus, is he Finnegan? Could it be that Vilmar was defeated by him?â
âItâs him. Iâm having someone investigate his true background.â
Brutus sneered coldly.
With a quick glance, Catherine disdainfully withdrew her gaze. âI thought he was some sort of formidable creature. Itâs unbelievable that Solomon could actually lose to him. What a loser!â
The conversation among the few was in hushed tones, yet Finnegan caught every single word without fail.
The suspicions in his heart were confirmed; Brutus indeed harbored ill intentions towards him.
But why do they seem to be connected to the Zymons family?
Could they be the powerful supporters behind the Zymons family?
Seeing that Finnegan didnât respond, Solomon joked, âFinnegan, are you scared? If so, hurry up and kneel before me. I might consider sparing you.â
Finnegan stopped Alisha from speaking.
With a slight smirk, he said, âMr. Zymons, why are you so talkative? Everyoneâs not here to see you, right?â
Solomonâs face turned grim. âYouâ¦â
âShut up!â Elsa stopped Solomon, gave Finnegan a cold glance, then turned to Golden Hades and said, âLetâs end this.â
Only then did Golden Hades shift his gaze away from Finnegan.
With a scornful laugh, he feigned a raspy voice. âConsidering youâre a disciple of Helmuth Bach, Iâll spare your life today.â
As his words fell, a fierce kick landed on Spencer, sending him flying straight off the stage.
As a result, three of his ribs were broken.
âMr. Klausen!â
âMr. Klausen!â
Bradley and his daughter quickly ran over.
Elsa nodded and asked, âBradley, eyen Spencer has been defeated. Are you still going to persist with the last person?â