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“Shut up! ”

Upon hearing these two words, Noah Miller’s pupils shrank violently, like a fierce tiger whose tail had been stepped on!

He had fought in deserts and jungles abroad in his youth.

His master was even a grandmaster known as Anthony the “Viper.”

Under the hellish training of this master, he and several dozen fellow disciples joined Inferno, honing themselves through numerous real battles, and in the end, less than ten survived!

These remaining ten could definitely be called aces.

At that time, Inferno was highly renowned, and Noah Miller’s future should have been bright, but the incident twenty years ago completely altered his life’s trajectory.

Perhaps due to youth or vanity clouding his judgment, he secretly took on a covert job behind his master’s back.

In that era, Anthony had absolute authority within Inferno, taking sixty percent of any commission, and only the remaining forty percent was distributed to the members.

Even though each payout was substantial, the money was not much when divided among many.

Moreover, anyone who sought out Inferno had a highly vexing issue at hand.

Members had to be prepared for a possible eternal rest each time they went into battle.

Full of youthful vigor, Noah Miller decided he would do this job and then leave Inferno to start his own faction.

So, he quietly took on a covert job worth one billion US dollars, and together with a few of his Inferno brethren who were dissatisfied with Anthony, they set out to assassinate their target.

The target was a tycoon with a net worth of tens of billions and immense local influence.

Although they successfully assassinated the tycoon using their vast experience, they encountered fierce resistance during their retreat!

At the critical moment, Noah Miller abandoned the safety of his colleagues and fled alone.

The rest, with their backs exposed, were brutally killed by the tycoon’s bodyguards.

Subsequently, the tycoon’s relatives issued a Killing Order, offering a hefty reward for Noah Miller’s head.

Inferno also began to cleanse their ranks of this deserting traitor!

This incident, like an obsession, lodged in his heart for decades.

To abandon his comrades and flee alone had become a joke.

Today, having this wound reopened sent Noah Miller into an unstoppable rage.

Julius Reed snorted lightly, clearly with disdain.

The opponent’s techniques were full of flaws, and he had countless ways to break through them.

“Old Miller, are you confident?”

Beside him, Bridger Davenport and Gerrard Cook were secretly sweating bullets, aware that they had truly hit a snag.

Although they were unclear about when Aron Jackson’s subordinate had become such a formidable figure, anyone who gained Jackson’s silent approval was certainly no ordinary person.

But equally, Noah Miller had not yet gone all out; he had always held something back!

This reservation, after being knocked back by a single kick from Julius Reed, was fully unleashed!

“Get lost! If you don’t trust me, you can leave first! But this young man, I must kill him today!”

Every martial artist has an element of pride.

Noah Miller was no exception.

He felt that with Julius Reed being so young, even if he won, it wouldn’t be honorable. Moreover, in the brief exchange they had just now, he was at a disadvantage!

If he couldn’t turn the tables, how would he continue to stand in the Three Blade Group?

The one billion US dollars per year from Maurice Yarrow was not so easy to obtain!

“Then please take care of it, Old Miller!”

Bridger Davenport nodded on the side, quietly stepping out from the warehouse, leaving only Gerrard Cook to watch the battle.

As the brain of the Three Blade Group, Bridger Davenport had his own plans.

He felt that the events of today were somewhat unexpected and could possibly pose a risk.

Now that he had seen Julius Reed show his mettle, even seemingly aiming to suppress Noah Miller, he thought of going out to seek reinforcements.

After all, joining forces would serve as an additional insurance for today’s operation.

“Brother Davenport, why have you come out?”

Seeing Bridger Davenport emerge, the members of the Three Blade Group quickly inquired.

They all knew of Old Miller; he was an exceedingly formidable figure.

With Noah Miller inside making a move and Bridger Davenport walking out from the warehouse, these people subconsciously thought that Aron Jackson was dead.

“The person inside is tricky! Although Old Miller says he is confident, I think it’s doubtful! Having been acquainted with Old Miller for years, I can tell at a glance whether he truly has confidence or not.”

With his hands clasped behind his back, Bridger Davenport thoughtfully said, “When he acted in the past, he was always full of confidence. But today, I saw a moment of hesitation or perhaps fear in his eyes. Even though he didn’t say it, his moves were obviously timid and shrinking.”

Noah Miller would only appear when carrying out top-secret missions or dealing with particularly thorny opponents.

And these matters were usually orchestra ted by Bridger Davenport, with Noah Miller taking action.

The two had collaborated more than a dozen times, so Bridzer Davenport felt he had some understanding of Noah Miller.

In the recent skirmish, he had distinctly sensed that sliver of fear in Noah Miller’s heart, slight as it was, yet still revealed to him.

This made Bridger Davenport once again curious about Julius Reed, wondering what kind of freak this young man by Aron Jackson’s side was to make Old Man Miller the Weirdo suffer a setback.

“What? Old Miller actually didn’t have the upper hand?”

“In my memory, as long as Old Miller made a move, it was absolutely certain. I never imagined that in this world, there would actually be an opponent Old Miller took seriously.”

“Brother Davenport, what do you want the brothers to do?”

The members of the Three Blade Group all knew Noah Miller, and within the group, they preferred to call him Old Man Miller the Weirdo.

Because Noah Miller was so formidable that the strongest member of the Three Blade Group couldn’t even touch his clothes.

Though their rank was not high and their chances of seeing Noah Miller were rare, this did not prevent him from becoming their idol.

In their hearts, Noah Miller represented invincibility.

Now, with their War God shaken, the members of the Three Blade Group were impatient to witness the showdown between the two.

“Wait for my signal outside, and once I blow the whistle, come in immediately! And don’t bother with anything else, just take Aron Jackson and his group down!”

A cold light flashed in Bridger Davenport’s eyes; the matter today had to be handled splendidly to Maurice Yarrow’s satisfaction.

With this thought, he reiterated, “Not a single one should be left!”

“Understood!”

The group members all clenched their fists in salute, filled with immense excitement.

After finishing all this, Bridger Davenport turned around and went back into the warehouse.

Meanwhile, inside the dilapidated warehouse, Noah Miller was engaged in a fierce battle with Julius Reed.

Gerrard Cook, who was watching, was dumbfounded. This truly was a battle of gods!

“How’s the fight going?”

Bridger Davenport whispered.

“Since you went out, Old Miller has been repelled four times. Each time he’s been injured more severely than the last, and…’

Gerrard Cook swallowed hard, his words coming out in fits and starts.

“And what?”

Bridger Davenport asked with a furrowed brow. He hated it when someone spoke in half sentences, but now was not a good time to get upset. “And Old Miller hasn’t even touched his opponent’s clothes!”

Gerrard Cook said with a trembling voice.

And at that moment, Noah Miller was once again knocked down from the air!