Chapter 110: Mr. Clifford

Richard’s right hand, holding a knife, stood before the basement door, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly. The effects of the poison began to take hold of his body, making his consciousness waver and a strong urge to sleep creeping in.

He clenched his fists, hoping the growing drowsiness would fade. Just as he felt a bit better, a crooked smile appeared on his face, one that felt terrifying.

“This poison is nothing! It won’t make me lose my consciousness!”

Tap!

Richard stepped onto the floor and walked towards the bodyguards. With a firm and loud voice, he called out, startling everyone present, “You! Milton, ranked thirteenth nationally. And you! Alvin, ranked nineteenth nationally. You’re the losers who backed down three years ago. Why did they send fools like you to kill me this time?”

The man who had just been kicked by Richard stood up, clutching his sore chest. He stared at Richard intently.

“Do you know our identities?” Milton asked, slightly surprised to see that Ri
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