Chapter 64: Any news about Sinclair Luther?

Chapter 64: Any news about Sinclair Luther? The night was gradually falling. The rain was also intensifying. The towering mountains had blurred into the hazy night. The steep mountainous road that could barely accommodate a car had become slippery and muddy. One careless slip, and one could plummet over the edge of a cliff to nothingness. Even in the daytime, it was insanely dangerous; it was even more perilous in this sort of gloomy rainy weather. Nevertheless, the speed of the three luxury cars racing ahead was only increasing, showing no signs of slowing down. "It’s been a while since I’ve been here to race." Calvin was quickly manoeuvring the steering wheel, laughing as he said it. "Today, I finally get to enjoy myself." People like them, every word and action, represents their family. The ways they chose to let off steam were limited. Racing to the limit was one of them. This place, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, was their most familiar racing spot. "The best is yet to come," Sinclair glanced at the time, shifting gears while flooring the gas pedal. The black Maybach accelerated and bolted out, like a streak of black lightning. In contrast, the drivers of the dozen cars behind were fearful and trembling. "Boss, this is too dangerous, we can’t keep up!" From the walkie-talkie, the man anxiously voiced out. "If it continues like this, we’ll probably be left behind in no time." "What’s there to fear?" The foreign bald man leading the pack sneered disdainfully. "It’s easy to go up the mountain but difficult to descend, there’s only one way out. I refuse to believe that Sinclair will sprout wings and fly away once he reaches the summit," he continued in a solemn tone. "Everybody holds steady, as long as Sinclair is killed, we won’t have to worry for the rest of our lives." Twenty minutes later. The dozens of cars driven by the killers finally reached the top of the mountain. Before they even had a chance to catch their breath, the scene before their eyes shocked them, their pupils constricting. On the open ground not far away, apart from the three luxury cars we’ve just seen, there were also about twenty black jeeps parked. Apparently, they were waiting here all along. In front of the black Maybach. A dignified and aloof man stands under an umbrella, with a lit cigar clasped in his slender fingers. Slight tendrils of gray-white smoke rise, obscuring his oppressively browed eyes within them. However, the chilling yet nonchalant control that surrounds him cannot be concealed. "Damn, it’s a trap!!" In his panic and fear, the bald, foreign man regains his sanity. "Turn around immediately!!" The mountain road that seemed steep and dangerous a moment ago now appears to be their only hope. After all, Sinclair’s men wouldn’t be able to chase them quickly up that path. "Boom--" "Boom--" Within an instant, more than a dozen cars start their engines, turning around to leave in unison. Flee? Sinclair took a puff of his cigar, his lean lips arching with indifference. From the moment these people started following him, there was no retreat. "Damn!" The foreign bald man seemed panic-stricken. Towards the end of the mountainous road, over a dozen jeeps were speedily making their way. They had completely cut off their retreat! Apart from the cliff on the other side, there was nowhere to retreat. Before long, a gang of assassins were taken to Sinclair’s presence, led by Ramsey. "Guess," Taylor watched the unfolding drama in the rain-covered view, before coldly posing the question, "Who thinks this time to kill Sinclair?" "The Luna Family?" Calvin, the peach blossom-eyed man, his thin cold lips curled in a faint smile. "But Mr. Luna, he probably doesn’t have the guts." He turned his head towards Taylor. "What do you think?" Taylor’s expression remained composed as ever, with his fingers rhythmically tapping on his leg. "Let’s see who will have bad luck tomorrow, then we’ll know." At this moment. Sinclair spoke in a light tone. "Who sent you to help the Luna Family?" All the assassins were scared, their pupils constricting sharply. Not only did Sinclair know about the Luna Family, but he also knew they were hired to help the Luna Family?! "You, speak up," Sinclair glanced indifferently at the bald man in the lead, toying with a dagger in his bony hand. His handsome face, partially illuminated against the light, was like a combination of an angel and a devil. "We just like the scenery here, and came up for a group tour." The foreign bald man tried hard to remain calm, yet the fear in his eyes betrayed his real sentiment. "I don’t understand what you’re saying." After all, they haven’t had a chance to do anything yet, as long as they stick to this story. Sinclair wouldn’t kill them now if he wanted to investigate thoroughly. As long as they buy time, their superior would definitely find a chance to rescue them. "Really?" Sinclair smirked, his deep eyes filled with a morbid and relentless killing intent. "Since that’s the case, stay here forever and admire as you wish." The cold voice was indifferent, but it made the bald man’s soul tremble in fright. Before he could react, the dagger that was being toyed with in the man’s hands went right through his temple. Thud. The bald man collapsed to the ground without even a chance to scream, making a muffled noise. Burgundy blood pooled on the ground, but was quickly washed away by the rain as if it had never existed. Now, an absolute silence had descended. The rest of the assassins, scared witless by this scene, were looking at Sinclair with eyes full of fear. This man, he’s even more cruel and ruthless than the rumors! Not far away in the car. "Tsk, tsk," Calvin laughed and shook his head. "I haven’t seen Sinclair take action for a long time, and it’s a bit strange." "Simple," Taylor’s lips lightly pursed, he murmured softly. "Sinclair should take you back for a refresher course." "Oh, give me a break," Calvin raised an eyebrow, giving his friend a sharp stare. "Why don’t you go?" Their expressions were calm as they bantered, their eyes betrayed no fear. This type of men, if they had been kind-hearted or merciful, they would have died countless times by now. Calvin looked at the increasingly heavy rain outside and sighed softly. "These idiots are really asking for death, choosing to act on a gloomy, rainy day, which Sinclair hates most." Thinking about the reason why Sinclair hated rainy days, they both fell silent. "Three seconds," Sinclair pulled out the dagger that pierced the bald man’s temple, calmly wiping it with a handkerchief, his eyes hidden by a violent murderous intent. "If you don’t confess, I’ll chop you all up and leave you here as fertilizer." Chop them up and leave them in the mountains as fertilizer?! Even though he was performing elegant movements, the words he uttered held a terrifying murderous intention, enough to send chills down anyone’s spine. "Three." A low, icy voice resonated, much like a countdown to death emanating from hell. Before the last count was pronounced, someone spoke out in a trembling voice. "I... I’ll tell you." A person led and stood up, and the others became restless S City? The hidden power behind the Luna Family, did it originate from S City? Obtaining the answer he desired, Sinclair’s gaze deepened profoundly. "Ramsey," He casually threw down his dagger, turning to walk towards the car. "Clean it up thoroughly." Luna Family’s villa. "It’s been hours," Mr. Luna frowned at the time, the panic in his eyes growing increasingly obvious. "Isn’t there any news from Sinclair’s side?"