Horace stood on top of a boulder in an uninhabited valley filled with strange rocks, looking anxiously to the east.
Fifteen minutes ago, he had managed to get in touch with Fergus.
Young Master Fergus agreed to help him escape capture on account of his many years of loyalty.
He would be given a new identity, and he would leave Tucker City for a small town in the northwest. The Dixon family had a branch there, and he would become the new CEO of the company. After ten years, he would be allowed to return to Tucker City.
With the Dixon family's power, he knew Fergus could do this easily.
"It's a small town, but it's still a company of the Dixon family. There should be many young and beautiful girls there." Horace was already looking forward to his life.
A speck of light appeared on the horizon, and a flying car with a dark glow appeared on the horizon. Then, in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of them.
There was no sign on the car, and it hovered five meters in front of Horace like a ghost.
Horace's face lit up, and he quickly jumped down from the boulder.
The door opened, and a young man wearing black tights and sunglasses stepped out. He looked at Horace with a murderous expression. "Horace?"
"Yes, I am Horace." Horace smiled and nodded. He wondered why Fergus didn't send someone he knew.
The young man in black opened his bracelet and confirmed Horace's identity. He looked around and smiled coldly. "You've picked a good place."
"This place is very hidden, and it's not easy to find. I found it when I was choosing the location." Horace was proud, but he still urged, "Let's leave as soon as possible. I heard Charlie and Bart have been caught."
"Where is your flying car?" the young man asked.
"It's behind that boulder." Horace waved his hand, and a flying car flew out from behind the boulder.
"Good. We can go now." The young man nodded and walked back to his flying car.
"Should I change my bracelet now? Will we be tracked? "Horace followed behind the young man and raised his hand to show his bracelet.
The young man walking in front suddenly stopped. When he turned around, his hand was already on Horace's throat. Looking at Horace's face, which had turned red in the blink of an eye, he shook his head and said, "No need. The young master said that if they can't find you, it will be more troublesome."
Horace's eyes widened in shock and pain as he looked at the young man who was holding him up by the throat with one hand. He said in a hoarse voice, "He … he wants to silence me …"
"If you didn't silence them, they will soon find out that you committed suicide here because you couldn't face the punishment of life imprisonment. This is very reasonable." The young man shook his head and increased the strength of his hand, preparing to completely end him.
Horace's face was filled with despair. He already knew that Fergus was going to let this matter end here. The dead couldn't speak, and they could bear all the blame.
White light had already appeared in front of his eyes, and he had no strength to resist or struggle. His opponent was a level eight expert, and he was completely suppressed.
Right at this moment, a white light descended from the sky.
Ding!
A slender black sword pierced into the stone.
The black-clothed man's hand that was holding Horace was cut off by the sword.
Blood splattered all over Horace's face. The young man let out a cry of pain, but he didn't care about the pain. A short three-edged spike appeared in his left hand, and he threw himself at Horace, who had fallen to the ground.
A figure descended from the sky and kicked the black-clothed man in the waist, sending him flying and breaking dozens of stone pillars and strange rocks.
The three-edged spike didn't pierce Horace's heart, but it still left a bloody wound on his thigh.
Horace clutched his throat and fell to the ground. He ignored the pain in his thigh and looked at the black-clothed deacon in surprise. He said in a hoarse voice, "Save me! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything! Fergus wants to silence me. I've laundered tens of billions of dollars for the Dixon family over the past few hundred years. They want to silence me! "
The black-clothed man was wearing a luxurious black robe and a black gold mask. He looked very noble and mysterious.
His sharp eyes turned to the black-clothed young man who was pinned down by the huge rock, and he raised his hand.
"Bang!"
The black-clothed young man exploded without warning. The huge shockwave turned all the rocks within a ten-meter radius into dust.
"A suicide soldier?" Meg frowned. This was far more vicious than a hidden weapon.
Meg waved his hand to disperse the shockwave of the explosion.
Horace looked at the rubble falling from the sky with lingering fear, but at the same time, he let out a sigh of relief.
He didn't expect Fergus to send an assassin to kill him, let alone someone so ruthless.
"Thank you for saving me. Please take me away from here. As long as you can guarantee my safety, I'll tell you everything I know!" Horace bowed to Meg.
Judging from the power displayed by this mysterious black-clothed man, he was at least a tenth-tier combatant. He just didn't know which faction he belonged to.
What Horace didn't know was that on the micro-push screen, there was a room called "Trial of Horace." The creator of the room was the Judge of Judgment.
The live broadcast started with the black-clothed assassin strangling Horace. Then, the black-clothed deacon descended from the sky, chopped off the assassin's arm, and sent him flying with a kick.
With the entire internet searching for Horace, the sudden appearance of this live streaming room was instantly pushed to the front page after it was discovered.
"F * ck! The Department of Investigation Services couldn't find Horace, but the streamer found him! "
"Trial of Horace? Is this a live broadcast of a trial? "
"What a brutal scene! Is this the legendary suicide soldier of a tycoon? That's terrifying! "
"Even the Dixon family is involved. Watch and cherish this. I feel like the streamer's account is going to be gone soon."
"Please help me cut him down. I'll send you a rocket!"
The netizens were shocked by the bloody scene of the suicide soldier exploding, but they were also excited by the streamer's content.
"Are you negotiating with me?" Meg stared at Horace.
"You know, I want to live. These are the only secrets I have left." Horace grinned, revealing his cunning nature.
"Unfortunately, I'm not interested in these." Meg shook his head. He bent down and slowly pulled the black sword out of the rock. His voice was cold and solemn. "Horace, today, I will judge your crimes. Over the past three hundred years, you, Charlie, and Bart have sexually assaulted three hundred and sixty-two women, including sixty-two underage girls. Eighteen of the victims committed suicide due to the humiliation. Over a hundred of the victims were depressed. Do you plead guilty?"
(End of Chapter)
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