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    Three helicopters sessivelynded on the lushwn of the Wyatt family’s mansion.


    James and Benny, along with Bob, stood ready to greet the arrivals at the front of the vi.


    As the helicopter doors opened, martialists from de Gate disembarked one by one.


    Strikingly, from one of the helicopters, four de Gate martialists carefully carried a stretcher with a


    figure shrouded in white, masking any view of their face.


    Witnessing a person draped in white being escorted from the helicopter, James, Benny, and Bob


    wore puzzled expressions.


    Who could it be on that stretcher?


    Moreover, James noticed that everyone had disembarked, but there was no sign of Karl.


    “Where’s Karl?” James couldn’t help but ask Benny.


    Benny paused, then suggested, “Maybe Karl had some matters to attend to at the mountain vi,


    and that’s why he hasn’t returned.”


    That seemed to be the only usible reason in James‘ mind.


    Still he remained intensely curious about the identity of the person on the stretcher.


    At that moment, about twenty de Gate martialists approached, their faces etched with sorrow.


    Both James and Benny felt an unsettling atmosphere.


    Why did these martialists look so grief–stricken?


    Benny inquired, “Gentlemen, why hasn’t Karl returned?”


    One of the de Gate martialists, looking devastated, replied, “Mr. Benny Wyatt, I regret to inform


    you that Mr. Karl Wyatt has met with misfortune.”


    Upon hearing this, both Benny and James wore faces of utter shock.


    James immediately inquired, “What happened to Karl?”


    The de Gate martialist, voic


    shaking with grief, said, “Mr. Karl Wyatt… he’s been murdered.”


    “What?!” James‘ eyes widened in disbelief.


    He almost couldn’t fathom what he had heard, and he impulsively lunged forward, grasping the


    cor of the de Gate martialist in a momentary loss of control.


    “You must be mistaken. How could Karl be killed?”


    The martialist lowered his head, a mask of anguish on his face. “Mr. James Wyatt,” hemented, “I


    assure you, Mr. Karl Wyatt is indeed gone. The body on the stretcher is his.”


    Shock painted every inch of James‘ face.


    The grip on the martialist’s cor gradually loosened.


    Then, he suddenly looked at the stretcher carried by the four martialists of the de Gate.


    He staggered toward the stretcher, followed closely by Benny and Bob, all faces marked with


    sorrow.


    With a trembling hand, James slowly pulled back the white cloth covering the face, revealing Karl’s


    lifeless visage. Karl’s closed eyes, pallid face, and ckened lips bore the grim stamp of death.


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    It felt like a dagger to James‘ heart. The sight tore him apart.


    He couldn’t believe that his aplished son, the prodigious disciple of de Gate, was gone.


    “No… Karl!” Benny’s face contorted in grief as he saw his brother’s face on the stretcher.


    “Wake up! You can’t leave us!”


    He desperately shook Karl’s limp arm.


    A ze of fury ignited in James‘ eyes. Turning to all the de Gate martialists present, he gritted


    his teeth and demanded, “Who did this to Karl?”


    The de Gáte martialist who had spoken earlier looked at James and said, “Mr. James Wyatt, it


    was Gilmore who killed Mr. Karl Wyatt


    The martialist hesitated, then added, “And… Miss Ger’s fate is uncertain.”


    James, stunned, replied, “What did you say? Miss Ger’s whereabouts are unknown? Tell me,


    what exactly happened?”


    The martialist then recounted the events: Karl identally hurt Juline with his flying dagger,


    Gilmore killed Karl with a dagger, and finally, both Gilmore and Juline plunged into a deep abyss.


    James was so shocked he was at a loss for words.


    Had Juline fallen for Gilmore at first sight?


    How could Karl have met his end in Gilmore’s hands?


    And the idea of Gilmore and Juline jumping into the abyss together in a Romeo–and–Juliet act was


    beyond belief. With a grave expression, he thought, “Juline is the heiress of the leader of de


    Gate. This is not a small matter.


    “And with Karl identally harming her, he yed a part in this tragedy.”


    Turning to the de Gate martialist, James asked, “Have you searched the abyss? Did you find any


    sign of Miss Ger?”


    The martialist replied, “We used a helicopter to search below the abyss. We scoured the valley, but


    couldn’t find her. “However, while searching, we spotted packs of wolves in the valley, and we’re


    worried that…”


    The martialist didn’t finish, but James understood his implication: They feared that Juline might have


    been devoured by the wolves after the fall.


    This was also James‘ biggest concern.


    Even if Juline had survived the fall, she wouldn’t have stood a chance against a wolf attack.


    It seemed certain that not only had she perished, but her remains might also have been ravaged by


    the wolves.


    “Bob,” James said, “I’m heading to de Gate. Take care of Karl’s affairs. And keep searching that


    valley. Even if you can’t find Miss Ger’s body, try to locate a piece of her clothing.”


    GB G.


    James looked at Bob arrd said solemnly.


    Bob nodded seriously and replied, “Yes, Mr. Wyatt.”


    James nced at the body of Karl on the stretcher, and though he couldn’t express the deep pain in


    his heart, he knew that he had to hurry to de Gate that night to discuss with his father how to


    break the news to the leader about Juline’s situation.


    He then turned to Benny and instructed, “Benny, help Bob handle things at home.


    “Don’t make any rash decisions until I return from de Gate.”


    Benny, still reeling from the grief of Karl’s death, nodded in acknowledgment.


    With that, James walked over to a helicopter on thewn and boarded it.


    The helicopter’s rotors hummed to life, and it took off, leaving the estate behind and soaring into the


    sky.


    Meanwhile, at the Wyatt Bar.


    Julian, Graham, Helene, and several Star Gate martialists exited the bar after a fruitless search.


    They were seen off by Leopold, whose face bore a distinctive scar.


    “Mr. Field, Miss Field, and the martialist from the Star Gate, you’ve searched the bar. Did you find


    any sign of Gilmore?”


    Leopold asked, a smirk ying on his lips.


    Graham retorted sternly, “Leopold, don’t think that by sabotaging the bar’s surveince system, you


    can hide the fact that Gilmore and the others were here.


    “Tell James that if he doesn’t release Gilmore and the Star Gate martialists, the Star Gate won’t let it


    slide.”


    Leopold, undeterred and mocking, replied, “Mr. Field, using us baselessly and using Star Gate


    to intimidate us won’t work.”


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    Leopold didn’t care at all. He looked at Graham and said sarcastically, “Maybe you should search


    elsewhere. Who knows? The people you’re looking for might be somewhere waiting for you to


    rescue them.”


    With that, Leopold let out a boisterousugh and, with his men in tow, returned to the bar.


    A look of rage appeared on the faces of Graham, Julian, and the others.


    However, they didn’t have any solid evidence to prove that Gilmore and the others‘ disappearance


    was orchestrated by the Wyatt family.


    Just then, Julian’s phone rang.


    He nced at the caller ID and immediately answered, “Hello, Tim, where are you guys now?”


    “Julian,” came a weak voice from the other end. “I’m with two junior apprentices on Civil Avenue…


    We’re seriously injured and can’t move.”


    Julian’s brow furrowed in concern. “Stay put; we’ll be right there.


    He ended the call and turned to Graham, “Tim said they’re on Civil Avenue and they’re badly


    injured. We need to get to


    them.”


    Graham, rmed, quickly nodded in agreement.


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    The group then got into their vehicles and sped off.


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