Chapter 522

Chris sneered coldly, watching the silver needles pierce through Marshall's down jacket. "Go to hell!" Chris screamed inside his head. Once Marshall died, no one would know that the Sykes had imprisoned and tortured him with venom for ten years. He wouldn't be able to testify for Cyrus. Even if the young lord of the Hippocrates Sect was watching Jorsproburgh, he wouldn't be able to give the Sykes a hard time. When the needle was an inch away from Marshall's skin, Cyrus' silver needle flew from the side and knocked it away. Marshall's black down jacket emitted a muffled thud as a hole tore through it. Feathers were flying everywhere, but there wasn't a scratch on his skin. Marshall was terrified. Chris was shocked and turned abruptly to look at Cyrus. His eyes filled with extreme horror. When did Cyrus make his move? Was he even faster than him? He was only a table away from Marshall, no more than ten feet. Cyrus, on the other hand, had been standing at the door, at least 30 feet away. Moreover, Cyrus shot his silver needle from the side. How could it pass through the down jacket and accurately hit his silver needle? It was incredible! Evelyn had already walked to the door when she looked back at Cyrus. She seemed to be calm, but she was extremely shocked inside. Jessie looked at her brother as if to ask, "How did Cyrus stop Dad's silver needle?" James was equally baffled. The most annoying part was that Cyrus was still holding his phone in his left hand. He hadn't even exited the game. Cyrus looked at the Sykes family members and smiled. "Why are you all staring at me? Are you wondering how I predicted the direction of his silver needle?" Only Jason, the wealthiest man in Jorsproburgh, asked blankly, "What happened just now? Mr. Foster Senior, your down jacket is a high-end brand worth thousands. Who damaged it?" However, no one was paying attention to his bullshit. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to see the exchange of moves between the masters. The silver needle would seemingly move in slow motion to skilled healers. The same went for the experts in martial arts and military figures. But for Jason and others, it was beyond the naked eye. Cyrus looked at Chris, who was visibly shaken. He continued to say, "You just called everyone here trash, but that's not true. You're just a divine healer, so why are you so confident?" "How do you know that I'm a divine healer?" Chris asked shockingly. He had never shown his medical skills to Cyrus. He only used the needle-shooting skill once. "Shouldn't you be asking how I knew you'd aim for the left side of his heart?" Cyrus said. Chris sneered, "So, how did you know?" "Because you know where the Blood Bats are hibernating in Mr. Foster Senior's heart. You wanted to trigger them into killing him." Chris paled as Cyrus accused him. "Nonsense, I just wanted to attack his heart. He was the one who attacked first. I was just defending myself." "Well, master your self-defense, then. Soon, someone will come over and give you a hard time," Cyrus replied. Chris laughed wildly. He pointed at Cyrus and said, "Ignorant brat, why are you spouting nonsense here? The Sykes family is the backbone of Summerland. You have no idea how formidable we are." "In that case, I'll break your backbone!" Cyrus said firmly, word by word. Evelyn clenched her fists, calling to Chris, "Let's go." She knew they had to leave. The longer they stayed, the higher the risk of their secret being exposed. For Cyrus, she would try diplomacy first. If that failed, they would resort to force. As they left, Cyrus sent a message to Jace: "The Sykes family will definitely transfer Wilson. It's time for you to act." Jace: "I'm going to get killed thanks to you." She didn't want to mess with Cyrus or the Sykes family of Centuria.