"You are such a coward!" Judge frowned, "You don't deserve the name as 'Ebony Lord' at all..."
"Alright, let's go!" Billy interrupted Judge and stood up, walking towards the gate of the small courtyard.
"Sorry, I made you come all this way for nothing." Tyrone May also stood up.
Whoosh!
Just as Billy was about to reach the entrance of the courtyard, he suddenly turned around. With a flick of his wrist, three silver needles shot from his hand and penetrated Tyrone May's body with precision.
In an instant, before Tyrone May could react, Billy raised his hand again and struck with a palm strike. It felt like a high-pressure shockwave, surging into Tyrone May's chest.
Tyrone May spat out a mouthful of dark blood as he was propelled into the air, crashing heavily to the ground and lying motionless.
"Don't rush to pull out those three silver needles. Keep them inside you for at least ten days." Billy's voice resonated afterward. After a slight pause, he continued, "Since ancient times, evil cannot triumph over righteousness. Justice lies in the hearts of the people! You, the mighty Provincial Governor of SHADOW, hiding in a place like this and barely surviving, must be waiting for justice! If you have thought it through clearly, come find me anytime and I will give you justice!"
"Also, a reminder, since we can find this place, others can also come here. Take care of yourself!"
As soon as the words fell, they were already outside the courtyard.
After Billy and his two companions left, Tyrone May spat out another mouthful of blood and struggled to get up from the ground.
The next moment, a look of shock appeared on his face.
He could clearly feel that his injuries had improved significantly. The blocked meridians seemed to have been cleared, and the fatal palm strike that had been stuck in his chest for three years was gradually dissipating. He couldn't help but look up at the courtyard gate with a grateful expression in his eyes.
At the same time, Billy and his two companions walked towards their car.
"Brother, did you just heal him?" Judge asked as they walked along.
"The palm strike on his chest was very powerful. If we waited a few more months, it would have been too late." Billy replied calmly.
"Do you think he will come looking for you?" Judge continued to ask.
"Don't worry, unless he completely gives up on avenging those five people, he will definitely come to find me."
"For him, they're too strong to defeat and he might have lost hope," Casey added thoughtfully. "But boss gave him a hope today. When he has no other options left, He'll seize this chance. And that day shouldn't be too far away."
Judge nodded in agreement and he suggested, "Brother, should we keep an eye on him? We shouldn't let him escape again, and it'll also prevent the other side from coming and finishing him off."
Billy shook his head and said, "If there are no unexpected complications, his injuries should greatly improve in ten days. As a True Master Battle God, even if our people try to keep an eye on him, they won't be able to. And, if the other party really finds his whereabouts and sends someone to kill him, they should send at least Warlords. Somebody at that level coming to Ozin will definitely cause some commotion. Maybe we don't even have to actively look for them."
Judge nodded again.
"Judge, did that SSS-class wanted criminal they were chasing three years ago die?" Casey suddenly asked.
"Who knows!" Judge shrugged and said, "After that incident, we never saw him again."
"So you should know who he is then?"
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