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Chapter 312
Marcus kept his gim pressed against the cartel leader’s head. “We don’t have to complicate this. I just need you to answer my questions correctly, and we’ll be done here p>
The leader frowned. “What the fuck are you talking about p>
Marcus took out his phone with his free hand and opened a video his men had obtained. He turned the screen toward the leader, showing him footage of a man purchasing the ingredients used to prepare the ancient poison that had killed Mr. Alfred.
“This is you, right?” Marcus asked.
The leader stared at the screen for several seconds before letting out an angry growl. “Yes, fuck! That’s me! What about it p>
“Good.” Marcus’s expression turned cold. “These ingredients were used to make the poison that killed a man close to me. According to the investigation, you’re the only person who purchased the exact ingredients needed to prepare it. Now, I want to know who instructed you to buy them p>
The leader’s eyes narrowed. “So this is the fuck you wanted to ask me about p>
“Uh-huh.” Marcus pressed the gun harder against his head. “Now talk p>
“Okay, fuck! I’ll tell you!” the leader shouted, raising his hands slightly. “I was instructed to buy them by someone called Sir
Derek p>
Marcus frowned. “Who the hell is Sir Derek p>
“He’s a hired assassin,” the leader explained. “The guy likes to work in the shadows. He’s extremely dangerous, and he’s also a friend of mine. I just happened to be at the market that day when he contacted me and asked me to purchase those ingredients for him. I didn’t know what he intended to do with them p>
Hearing this, Marcus’s expression grew serious.
A hired assassin who operated in the shadows and had access to the ingredients used to create an ancient poison with magical properties. Everything pointed toward someone who possessed abilities beyond those of an ordinary human.
Marcus was almost certain that Sir Derek was the cultivator they had been searching for.
He stared at the cartel leader. “You said he’s a friend of yours p>
“Yeah. We’ve known each other for a while. Why p>
“Call him here p>
The leader blinked, wondering whether he had heard correctly. “What p>
“You heard me. Call Sir Derek and tell him to come here. You have something to tell him in person p>
The leader let out a disbelieving scoff. “You don’t really want that, do you? Derek is a fucking assassin! He can kill people in minutes, and he doesn’t give a damn about anyone. If he comes here, I swear he’s going to rip you into pieces p>
Marcus remained unmoved. “Leave that to me. Now call him p>
The leader swallowed hard, but Marcus didn’t give him any time to argue.
“Don’t try to be smart,” Marcus warned, pressing the gun firmly against his head. “One wrong move, and I’ll blow your fucking head off p>
“Okay, fuck! I’ll call him!” the leader exclaimed hurriedly. “Just keep that damn gun away from my head p>
Marcus didn’t move the weapon. Instead, he nodded toward the man’s phone.
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Several minutes later, the cartel leader had finished making the call. Marcus stood beside him with his gun still pointed at his head, while Natalie and her men kept the other criminals under control.
“He’s coming,” the leader announced, putting his phone away. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re going to regret this p>
Marcus ignored him.
Just then, the sound of an engine roared from outside. A black car zoomed toward the warehouse, slowing only when it reached the main gate. The driver sounded the horn twice, expecting the guards to open the entrance as usual.
When nobody responded, the driver frowned. He rolled down the window and looked around before stepping out of the vehicle.
It was Derek.
The tall, lean man wore a dark jacket and black trousers. His sharp eyes swept across the entrance as he approached the gate, wondering why none of the guards had come to receive him. He had no idea that the warehouse had already fallen under someone else’s control.
Assuming something had happened to the guards, Derek opened the gate himself and walked inside.
The moment he entered, he stopped.
Nearly a hundred men stood with their hands raised or their weapons lying on the floor. Natalie and her men had surrounded them, while Marcus stood beside the cartel leader with a gun pressed against his head.
Derek’s expression changed when he recognized the man.
“Geuro?” he exclaimed.
Geuro immediately turned toward him. “Derek! Thank goodness you’re here p>
Before Derek could ask another question, Natalie moved behind him and shut the gate, blocking the exit.
Geuro’s face twisted with frustration. “I’m sorry! He threatened to kill me if I didn’t call you here!” He then glared at Marcus and shouted, “But they don’t know who you are! Just kill him already p>
Derek ignored his friend’s desperate explanation. His attention had settled entirely on Marcus, who was watching him with an expressionless face.
“Who the hell are you?” Derek asked coldly. “And what do you want p>
Marcus gave him a faint smile. “It’s simple. Let’s not make it complicated. You sent Geuro on an errand to purchase ingredients for making a poison, didn’t you p>
Derek stared at him for a moment before suddenly scoffing.
“Yeah, that’s me.” He casually slipped his hands into his pockets. “And I didn’t just arrange for Mr. Alfred to die. I killed him myself p>
Marcus’s expression remained unchanged, but his grip on the gun tightened.
Derek continued speaking as though he were discussing something completely ordinary. “I suppose you’ve been investigating the case. Unfortunately for you, the CCTV footage showing me at the scene was deleted. You won’t find anything useful there p>
A wave of murderous intent surged through Marcus’s chest.
Mr. Alfred’s death had caused enough trouble already, and now the man responsible stood before him, openly admitting to the crime without the slightest hint of remorse.
Marcus was furious, but he forced himself to remain calm.
“Who ordered you to kill him?” he asked.
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Derek laughed in disbelief. “How delusional of you to think I’ll tell you that p>
Marcus slowly stepped away from Geuro and began walking toward him.
“I’ll make you p>
Derek’s expression immediately turned cold. Then, just as quickly, a mocking smile spread across his face.
“You?” he asked, looking Marcus up and down. “You think you can make me talk p>
Without waiting for an answer, Derek suddenly disappeared from his position.
His movement was so fast that several people watching from the sidelines barely registered it. In the next instant, he appeared directly in front of Marcus and swung a powerful fist toward his face.
Marcus reacted quickly, raising his arm to block the attack.
BAM!
The impact forced him several steps backward, his shoes scraping against the concrete floor.
Marcus’s eyes narrowed.
Derek didn’t give him time to recover. As a cultivator with considerable combat experience, he moved with frightening speed, launching one attack after another. His fists struck from different angles, while his legs swept toward Marcus’s waist and knees in rapid succession.
Marcus dodged the first few blows, but Derek’s movements were too unpredictable. Before he could fully evade the next attack, a punch slammed into his ribs.
THUD!
Marcus staggered sideways.
Derek immediately followed up with another strike, aiming straight for his chest. Marcus crossed his arms to defend himself, but the force behind the blow sent him sliding backward across the warehouse floor.
The surrounding criminals stared in shock.
“Did you see that?” one of them whispered. “What the fuck p>
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Geuro, who had been held hostage moments earlier, finally relaxed. A triumphant grin appeared on his face as he watched Marcus struggle to keep up with his friend.
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