Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 621: Chapter 209 Ambush of the 13 Fake Masked Knights_4

Leonard Churchill felt that things were getting complicated.

As his thoughts whirled and curses rang in his ears, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he turned to ask, “What did you just say? Your partner is here?”

The female assassin snorted coldly, her expression screaming ‘you know very well what I’m talking about.’

Leonard’s eyes moved swiftly, and a plan crystallized in his mind.

He said directly, “If your partner is not dead yet, I might be able to help you rescue her. But first, you have to tell me what happened.”

The female assassin was also very puzzled by Leonard’s strange attitude, but she quickly understood and exclaimed in surprise, “You’re not Abel! Who the hell are you?!”

She had an epiphany.

No wonder this guy had been searching for hidden compartments and inserted the wrong key.

Most importantly, upon reflection, he had clearly pulled his punches when they fought just now.

If that was the ruthless gangster, it would have been impossible.

No wonder!

This guy was also an imposter.

Suddenly, she felt as though there might be a turning point.

Leonard didn’t want to waste time explaining and said indifferently, “I’ll only ask once. If you don’t want to talk, then fend for yourself.”

He had already acquired what he needed, and if he didn’t hear anything of interest, he had no desire to linger.

Although the female assassin was still full of doubts, she had no other options but to quickly say, “I’m from the Great Sword Hunters Group! A few days ago…”

With that, Leonard understood.

It turned out a hunting team had been tricked by human traffickers from the Black Market, and the whole team had then disappeared.

This woman had avoided the disaster because she had been on a separate mission at the time.

Later investigations revealed that the traffickers had taken them to Abel, which was the last piece of news.

After hearing her out, Leonard asked, “So, can you confirm that your teammates are still here?”

The assassin replied, “Yes! I share a type of bloodline secret skill connection with a member of my team. I’ve confirmed they’re nearby, likely in some underground chamber. That’s why I can’t pinpoint the exact location.”

“…”

Leonard already had a clue.

He initially thought Abel trafficked people just for the money.

Now that he knew this guy was an Ancient God Devotee, he suddenly understood what those people were used for.

Given the habits of the Silver Moon Sect, they would surely have been used as sacrifices.

As Leonard stored the items from the safe into his Storage Ring, he said, “I think I know where it is. Come with me.”

Although the female assassin felt this person was very deliberate, she had no choice but to agree, “Okay!”

Leonard didn’t waste words and immediately carried her out of the apartment.

On his way over, his underling had mentioned the warehouse basement was at Number 11 in the Ninth District.

Leonard headed straight there and opened the apartment used as a storage warehouse.

However, upon entering, he didn’t find anyone.

According to the scar-faced man, there should have been a batch of “goods” here.

Leonard didn’t believe it was empty.

Instead, there was a highly sophisticated Spell Barrier in place.

Since it was a basement, Leonard made his way down.

He quickly discovered a hidden door in the basement.

Opening the hidden door, Leonard walked in.

Before long, the female assassin on his shoulder said, “My teammates are inside!”

Leonard signaled her to keep quiet and to close off her senses as much as possible.

They proceeded inside.

Descending about several dozen meters, they reached very deep underground.

There were some barrier runes on the surrounding rock walls.

Familiar with the Silver Moon Church, Leonard guessed from the setup that there must be an altar below.

Sure enough, the familiar, nauseating scent became progressively more intense.

The first time Leonard visited a Silver Moon Church base, he had smelled this odor of living flesh being flayed.

The Enlightenment prompt also showed up: “You are exempt from a minor spirit contamination assault.”

It seems I’ve arrived.

Beneath the staircase was a space resembling a dungeon.

There were a few crude cells.

Leonard Churchill hadn’t walked far when a cloaked figure appeared, questioning him, “Why have you come? Didn’t we tell you to stay away as much as possible if there’s nothing important?”

Leonard knew he was now “Abel” and casually replied, “Caught an assassin, thought he might be useful, so I brought him over.”

The cloaked figure glanced over: “Hmm.”

Second Tier sacrifices were rare.

The two then walked in.

Upon entering, he saw that the room held over a hundred people.

They were all unconscious as if injected with an anesthetic.

On the other side of the cells, a familiar scene unfolded before him. Although dim, Leonard could see clearly that dozens of flayed bodies were hanging in midair.

This was indeed the Silver Moon Sect’s altar.

Those people were conducting their profane sacrifices again.

Leonard cast a glance around the corner of his eye to confirm there were no experts in the stronghold.

There were a total of three cloaked figures, two were skinning corpses, and one was the one before him.

The situation looked like they were at most Second Tier.

As expected.

After all, there were not many true experts in the Silver Moon Sect that he feared.

Moreover, this was the territory of the Lionheart Family. If any real expert dared to be so brazen here, they would definitely not survive once discovered.

This kind of altar was likely to only have some low-level believers.

The basement wasn’t large, and there wasn’t much to inspect. Just as Leonard was about to make his move, the cloaked figure suddenly said, “The Black Market has sent word that the Thirteen Masked Knights have accepted the bounty. Someone should be coming to assassinate ‘that person’ soon. The leader has instructed you to prepare and try to lock down the whereabouts of any suspicious individuals beforehand. We cannot let anyone escape this time. Also, intensify the infiltration on the Lionheart side…”

“…”

Leonard had only come to check this stronghold and confirm whether Abel was with the Silver Moon Sect.

Now he had unexpectedly overheard this news.

The moment he heard about the Thirteen Masked Knights, his first thought was of Camilla!

Hadn’t Camilla mentioned going to kill someone when they last parted ways?

But the target wasn’t from the Lionheart Family or the Orlan Remnants, so what did it have to do with the Silver Moon Sect?

Suddenly, Leonard felt like he understood something.

The Silver Moon Sect and the Orlan Remnants had colluded?

The cloaked figure spoke again, “Also, be careful with the White Family. An expert has arrived there, and the White Family’s spells pose a great threat to our divine secret skill. They might have discovered some traces already.”

Before the figure could finish, he suddenly noticed something and exclaimed, “Hey, this assassin is faking unconsciousness!”

Upon hearing this, the female assassin suddenly sprang into action.

However, Leonard was faster.

From behind the cloaked figure, he launched a sneak attack with a punch.

With a “thud,” the punch landed so swiftly that the cloaked figure had no time to react, and their head exploded on the spot.

At the same time, he darted forward like a phantom, and before the other two cloaked figures could respond, he struck twice more, taking both of their lives on the spot.

Seeing Leonard instantly kill three people, the female assassin, knife in hand and poised for battle, was shocked and speechless.

Only then did she realize just how outrageously strong this man was.

Who on earth was he?!

Leonard had already achieved what he promised; without further ado or any intention of staying to deal with the scene, he said, “I’ll leave this place to you.”

The female assassin still wanted to ask something, “May I know who you are…”

She wanted to ask for a name, to perhaps return the favor someday.

But that figure had already vanished.

Leonard hadn’t expected any form of reward, and he felt he had other matters to attend to.

No matter how he looked at it, someone was waiting for “Thirteen Masked Knights” operatives to assassinate a person.

And Camilla was most likely to be that very assassin to make the move!

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