Chapter 736
Chapter 736 Assassination
Some members of the research team were on duty inside the research center.
It waste at night, and they were certainly startled when intruders barged into the building. Those
people were schrs who had no means of self–defense and no fighting skills.
All they could do was grasp at any nearby objects for makeshift defense.
Ian quickly assessed the situation.
He noticed that there were quite a few intruders. Those men were skilled fighters; he could tell that
they were well–trained at a nce.
His
over.
gaze sharpened and he sprang into action. He darted forward a few steps and pulled someone
He roared, “All of you, hide inside the room! Don’te out unless I call for you!”
Amidst the chaos, only Luigi and Osbert seemed to maintain calm.
Luigi, with concern evident in his voice, asked, “Who are these intruders? How did they breach the
center’s security?”
Ian, brow furrowed, responded tersely, “I’m not sure, but there’s no time for questions. Get everyone
out of here. I’ll handle this.”
Understanding the gravity of the situation, Osbert and Luigi exchanged nces andplied.
After he ensured everyone had evacuated safely, Ian sprang into action.
Outside, his bodyguards were already locked inbat with the intruders. With Ian joining in the
These intruders were skilled, and they came prepared, armed with weapons like long des and
daggers.
Ian was a seasoned fighter. He quickly identified the leader of the group and charged toward him.
After he exchanged a few moves with him, he was surprised to find that this man’s ability was at the
level of a professional mercenary.
His expression turned
grave.
Ian deduced that the presence of such skilled mercenaries showed up in this ce; clearly, they were
here with a specific mission, to assassinate his boss.
Hisplexion darkened, and his eyes filled with homicidal intent. Each move he made was more
ruthless than thest.
These fools have sealed their fate! Whoever dares threaten my boss will pay the ultimate price! I
don’t mind sending them to meet the maker!
Five minutester, after some effort, he managed to subdue the man in front of him.
To catch bandits, one must first catch the ringleader. Once the leader was captured, the morale of the
other assants waned, making them easier to handle.
About another five minutes passed, and all the mercenaries were neutralized.
The chaotic scene calmed down, and eventually peace returned, but the air still had a hint of
menace to it.
Immediately, Ian went to check on the injured.
Fortunately, the research center’s two doctors were the only ones hurt. Most of his men were
unscathed.
After making sure everyone was okay, he gave the order to his subordinate to clean up the scene. He
brought the captured leader to Jean.
Jean sat up in bed and leaned back against the headboard. The noise outside did not bother him at
all.
The illness had left his face looking pale, but there was a piercing brightness in his inky ck eyes.
Like the King of Hell himself, he exuded an air of fearsome menace.
He gazed at the intruder with a nk expression. He coldly asked, “Who sent you?”
The man tightened his lips, refusing to speak.
Ian frowned and kicked him in the knee.
He gazed at the intruder with a nk expression. He coldly asked, “Who sent you?”
The man tightened his lips, refusing to speak.
Ian frowned and kicked him in the knee.
“Still not talking, huh? Speak up. Who sent you to assassinate my boss?”
The agony hit the man hard. He kneeled on the ground. No matter how many questions were directed
at him, he remained silent, refusing to respond.
Losing patience, and tried topel the mercenary to speak by grabbing him by the chin.
The man spewed blood from his mouth out of the blue. His head sagged and copsed to the
ground.
“Hey! You…”
As he fell, Ian’s eyes widened in surprise. He quickly put his fingers beneath his nose. His eyes clearly
conveyed shock. He slowly pulled his hand away and turned around.
“Sir, he’s dead.
Just then, another subordinate rushed into the room. He was sweating profusely and looked horrified.
He entered the room bearing simr bad news.
“Sir and Mr. Ian, the rest of the men outside…they secretly bit on poison hidden in their teeth while we
weren’t looking. They’re all dead now!”
Jean’s expression turned sinister, and his gaze became menacing.
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“Look into this!” He blurted out hismand, word by word, “I want to know who they were and where
they came from! Find out everything for me.”
Ian’splexion was ghastly pale, and he nodded solemnly.
After that, he ordered his men to remove the bodies.