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Chapter 1226 - Chapter 1226 Chapter 378 Black Blade Squad

Chapter 1226: Chapter 378: Black Blade Squad Chapter 1226: Chapter 378: Black Blade Squad The boatman was clearly well acquainted with the conditions of this Black Market waterway, also aware of the methods of those who lay in ambush in the dark.

Every move he made, he certainly did not intend to give his targets any chance of survival.

Thus, the “thirty seconds” he mentioned to Leonard Churchill was not an attempt to intimidate, but rather, after passing through this stretch of water, they were entering the enemy’s ambush perimeter.

By then, even if they wanted to leave, it would be too late.

Leonard Churchill listened but still made no declaration.

The Ashen Mist Relic Portrait had come into his possession, and he had no intention of just handing it over to someone whose origins were mysterious.

Moreover, the boatman’s motives were enigmatic, his words not entirely factual.

Leonard Churchill was not so easily trusting.

Hearing the boatman’s proposal for a deal, he still kept a composed face, his lips curling into an amused smile as he said, “Oh? What makes you think I would so easily trust you? Or perhaps, before saying all this, you should consider introducing yourself first?”

Since before entering the Black Market, Leonard Churchill had contemplated the risk of being double-crossed.

So, no matter the source of the brigand that he encountered, it would not surprise him.

On the contrary, meeting someone who could perfectly control a Puppet was indeed unexpected.

“I’m just kindly reminding you…”

The boatman, too, heard the distrust in the other’s tone, his voice growing more urgent, internally fuming slightly: How could this fool dare to come to the City of Thieves’ Black Market?

But this was his only chance for a safe contact with the photograph after watching for so long.

He had no intention of revealing his identity and said again, “You now have five seconds. Make your choice, because once the boat turns this river bend, I won’t be able to save you!”

Leonard Churchill did not take it seriously at all, continuing his probing: “So, who exactly are you?”

He also noticed that the photograph seemed truly important to this man.

Human nature is difficult to hide in such situations.

Therefore, Leonard Churchill also mused playfully, whether his counterpart was willing to bet his life for the sake of the photograph.

The boatman, unable to conceal his annoyance, blurted, “You…”

If it weren’t for the fact that making a move here would lead to him being attacked from all sides, he really would have liked to take action and snatch it directly.

But this thought was suppressed as soon as it emerged.

His intuition told him something was off.

In reality, it wasn’t that Leonard Churchill was intentionally dragging things out.

It was that from the moment the boatman disclosed his objective for the photograph, Leonard Churchill had already deduced another possibility: this fellow had been baited.

The recent interaction with Black Tooth Granny, whereby she sold him the photograph, was clearly with the intention of considering him an easy mark;

But… it wasn’t necessarily without the thought of drawing out the Puppet Master behind the boatman.

The facts soon proved he was right.

…

In the end, the boatman could not persuade Leonard Churchill.

The boat quickly turned the dark river bend and arrived at a spacious cavernous space.

The “boatman” knew he had almost lost and fell silent once more.

Leonard Churchill had no intention of squabbling with a Puppet, sitting leisurely on the boat.

Just then, without warning, a surge of murderous intent made his brows furrow: “Toxins?”

Leonard Churchill saw no enemy, nor noticed anything abnormal, but sensed a deadly threat.

Thinking of the conventional methods of card masters, it was probably a toxic attack.

He wore a poison-resistant mask, so the toxins were likely of a special type that could be absorbed through skin pores.

“Quite a trick…”

After a while, Leonard Churchill could not identify the toxin, presuming it to be some secret concoction.

He did not use Gang Air to isolate the surrounding space, as that would alert the enemies that they had been discovered; instead, he used a slight Repulsive Force to isolate everything just above the surface of his skin.

The boat continued to glide forward, the sound of water splashing in his ears.

Leonard Churchill’s concentration of “Intention” was already quite exceptional among the Fifth Tier, particularly in his acute perception of malice.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered enemies lying in wait in the water, the breath of a Toad on the dark Rock Wall was strange, and there was an assassin hidden in the shadows…

The presences of several people were concealed very well; had they not been so close, it would’ve been difficult to detect them.

This feeling was right!

It was the same sensation he had in Sinless City when he was attacked by that small squad of four–it was the distinctive suffocating feeling unique to elite Assassin Organizations.

Leonard Churchill felt the gradually closing in malice, chilly like a blade’s edge against his neck, and his expression beneath the poison-resistant mask turned mocking.

It was precisely because the enemy was strong that it stirred his desire for battle.

Suddenly!

The enemy made a move!

With absolutely no flaws, a ripple quietly spread through the air.

The rhythm was perfectly masked by the waves stirred up by the boatman’s rowing, faint as a breeze grazing the neck.

Leonard Churchill noticed it, but did not feel that the attack was truly fatal, so he was not in a hurry to react.

At this moment, however, another moved even faster!

Watching him being ambushed, the “boatman” finally took action!

If the man in front of him were killed, to have such a good opportunity to access that photograph again, who knew how long it would be?

He had to try, no matter the risk!

The boatman reached out with one hand, and suddenly several crystal-clear threads appeared in the Void.

A flick of the threads in his fingers produced a “screech” like metal being abraded, and a hooded assassin clad in black leather was yanked out of stealth.

Leonard Churchill watched the boatman “save” him, finally confirming that this man was not allied with the assassins.

Yet equally, as the boatman made his move, a surprised and delighted cackle erupted from the dark: “Spider Cut? Heh heh, didn’t expect an additional reward… Lenny, you finally showed yourself!”

When Leonard Churchill heard the name, he searched his memory but couldn’t match it to any notable figures from the East Wilderness.

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