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The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 267
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Chapter 267

Wilson dared not look at the man in the black robe because he could sense an unprecedented rage

emanating from the latter.

Wilson was unsure whether he would still be breathing if he locked eyes with him.

However, the man obviously did not care about that, as he was now focusing on Darius instead.

In that instant, Darius sensed a powerful aura radiating from the man, which was more potent than the

previous martial artist in the same black robe he had encountered.

He stood there and pondered for a while, unable to recall the name of the last martial artist.

He then met the man's eyes and instructed his subordinates behind him with a cautious tone.

"You three should get out of here as quickly as possible."

Erin remained rooted, unwilling to leave.

Even so, she got dragged away by Bridget and Edward, who each took one of her arms.

Although she wanted to resist, the two bodyguards' strengths far surpassed hers. She wriggled with all

her might but to no avail; her wrists did not budge from the two's iron grip.

Bridget sensed the former's movement, so she turned her head to look at Erin while sighing.

"The more you thrash around, the longer it'll take us to leave, meaning Edward and I can't return to

assist Mr.Reid anytime soon."

Only then did Erin stop resisting, albeit unwillingly.

Still, she stared into Bridget's eyes and suggested, "Why don't you return to Mr.Reid? Edward can get

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me away from here."

It sounded like a foolproof plan in Erin's mind.

Sadly, Bridget turned it down sternly.

"No. You don't understand our capabilities -Edward moves slower, so if not for me leading us away,

you'd be wounded by both Mr.Reid's and that other martial artist's aura by now."

Edward rolled his eyes at Bridget's insulting words but still nodded.

"Yeah.Although Bridget could've phrased it more politely, she speaks the truth."

It was then that Bridget slowed down.

Edward turned to look behind him and realized the Gillette family's home was no longer within sight.

Frowning, he said, "I can take Erin from here. I'm sure it's safe enough at this point. You, however,

should watch out —we both know that anyone who can fight against the overpowered Mr. Reid must be

equally as strong as him."

Bridget waved dismissively before rushing back to Remnard Estate, her figure flashing into the distance

like a shooting star. Then, Edward continued to lead Erin away.

Erin could tell they were moving significantly slower than before because the wind did not feel harsh

against her cheek anymore. As much as she wanted to peek behind her, she dared not, knowing it

would only slow them down.

Back at Remnard Estate, Darius and the man in the black robe stared each other down.

There was no movement from the man, yet his clothes swayed fervently as a massive gust of wind

formed beside him.

Not only that, but the wind spiraled quickly, turning into a voracious tornado that shot Wilson into the

air.

Darius only spared Wilson one glance before ripping his attention off the latter.

He shared the same sentiment as Wilson in that instant that the latter couldn't survive a fall from that

altitude.

After all, Wilson was a regular human being.

With that in mind, Darius tutted twice while shaking his head.

That made the man in the black robe adjust his mask to reveal his eyes.

Staring at Darius, he asked, "I'd like to know the reason behind your current expression.

Tell me, is it because you're sorry for Wilson's inevitable demise?"

"You talk too much."

Darius rolled his eyes, adding, "Much more than your acquaintance that I previously killed."

"Jabbar," the man said hoarsely but calmly.

Darius could detect simmering anger in the man's tone.

Still, he shrugged, flashing a carefree expression at the man as though he did not view the latter as a

threat.

"Oh.So that's the name of the man I killed-Jabbar."

Hearing those words sparked a wildfire of rage in the man.

Nevertheless, the flames in his chest soon died as he was a martial artist and could regulate his

emotions. He then said, "I've done some research on you-your existence in this world surprises me.

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You weren't an enlightened martial artist when Jabber got sent to kill you. However, in the months that

followed the incident, you practically skyrocketed into being a mature martial artist.It's a pity you were

never my disciple. Then again, I'm excited to know a gifted person like you will soon perish in my

hands."

Darius' patience thinned as he listened to the former's speech. He initially came here to deal with the

Gillette family, but he did not wish for Wilson to die this way, as he felt the latter had already received

enough punishment.

Besides, Darius still intended to claim all of the Gillette family's wealth as his own.

Thus, if Wilson were to die here, Darius could never accomplish his objective here in Almiron City.

After weighing his options, Darius charged straight at the man in the black robe.

Meanwhile, the man stood rooted to the ground while chuckling maliciously.

Sheer arrogance dripped from his voice as he commented, "You're very young and impatient; therefore,

you're destined to fail!"

He was so confident that he could not dodge on time when Darius' fist neared his face.

All he could do was haphazardly reach out to block the incoming attack.He could not even mobilize the

power within his body to warm himself.

Hence, when Darius' fist collided with his palm, he knew it was hopeless, even if he mustered all the

power in his body.

The man had never witnessed martial arts skills as refined as Darius. At that point, he knew he would

fail today because he could not fight Darius head-on under such circumstances.

Even if he won by some miracle, he knew the fight would be demanding, and he would have to pay a

very high price.