A Film Queen

Chapter 412

The people from Fourth Branch Sect talked tough, their words menacing, but deep down, they knew better than

to provoke him recklessly.

After all, if they were to truly harm Leon, not only would King and the members of the First and Second Branch

Sect never let them off lightly, but they would also have to contend with the hidden forces Leon had nurtured in

secret.

The outcomes would be too harsh for them to handle.

Leon quickly arrived at Oliver's room.

Since Oliver seldom spent the night at the Fourth Branch Sect, his room was tucked away in an isolated spot,

nearly hidden unless carefully observed.

Leon lifted his hand and rapped on the door, “Oliver, open the door.”

No reply cfrom within.

With a furrowed brow, he quelled the anxiety within him and knocked once more, “Open up, King wishes to

speak with you.”

King, following behind him quietly, felt slightly awkward when his nwas mentioned. “Just knock on the door.

Why involve me? | have nothing to say to him.”

He voiced this with a trace of irritation, still clearly upset.

Leon chose to ignore his words entirely, suppressing his irritation as he knocked again. When the silence inside

persisted, a sense of unease crept over him. Without hesitation, he lifted his foot and kicked the door open with

force.

With a resounding “bang”, particles of dust scattered through the air.

The room, neglected for ages, had gathered a dense coating of dust that was disturbed by the power of the kick.

However, the room was vacant.

Where is he?

Leon turned, fixing a stern gaze on those still surrounding him, and demanded in a commanding voice, “Where is

Oliver?”

Typically, Leon projected a calm and sophisticated presence, seldom showing signs of anger. Yet when provoked,

his fury was formidable and overwhelming, striking dread into those nearby.

Furthermore, all members of the Ghost Sect were familiar with his methods.

Seeing him now, standing before them with a face full of hostility, even though he held no gun in his hand and

was dressed simply from head to toe, sent shivers down their spines.

“You expect us to know? How on earth could we have known when you don’t know!” replied the boldest person

at the forefront.

Upon hearing this, Leon squinted menacingly, radiating a dark and intense presence. Before anyone could react,

he swiftly positioned himself in front of the person who had spoken, pressing a dagger against his throat, his

voice gruff.

“Here's your final chance. Tell me, where can | find Oliver?”

His movement was so rapid that no one had observed it, let alone had a chance to respond.

The person seized was already in a state of terror, the blade at his throat threatening to cut him. “I ... | honestly

have no idea...

Leon’s smile turned cold as he tightened his grip, causing the dagger to puncture the man’s neck, blood spraying

out. “Then your existence is unnecessary!

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The member of the Four Branch Sect was pale and trembling, paralyzed with fear. Though his last vestige of

reason urged him to kneel and plead for mercy from his sworn adversaries, he refrained.

If he couldn't hold out and knelt down, even if Leon spared his life, once Nimbus and Raiden found out, he

wouldn't live to see another day.

It’s over. This time, it's certain death...

After all, they dared not act against Leon, but if he were to kill them, it would be like crushing an ant-they posed

no threat to him whatsoever.

Watching the blood spill without Leon showing any sign of relenting, a shorter subordinate on the side could no

longer bear it and blurted out, “I ... | saw Oliver head in that direction!”

He proceeded to gesture in the specified direction.

Leon and King exchanged a quick look, each reflecting panic and shock on the other's face.

Without delay, Leon shoved the person to the ground and dashed toward the direction pointed out by the

subordinate.

Modern prisons are different from those in ancient times.

Modern prisons have been revamped with a more updated layout, incorporating the familiar robust steel and

concrete structure of conventional prisons, and even preserving certain ancient instruments of torture.

Because of the considerable scale of the Ghost Sect, each branch sect maintains its own prison for overseeing

and supervising subordinates, as well as managing special prisoners.

Actually, when the sect leader was still around, she was reluctant to have these prisons established because she

didn’t want to cause more unnecessary bloodshed.

Yet, following her death, internal conflicts among the branch sects resulted in the Ghost Sect’s increased power

and territorial expansion, thereby rendering prisons indispensable. Consequently, the prisons within each branch

sect progressively tightened and becmore advanced.

What distinguishes the Ghost Sect’s prison is the

inclusion of a laboratory furnished with diverse poisons and insects, primarily employed for disciplining resistant

prisoners.

The man’s earlier gesture indicated the whereabouts of the prisons owned by the Fourth Branch Sect.

Leon and King appeared noticeably uneasy. What could be the reason behind Oliver's unexpected visit to the

prison? He was notorious for his timidity, and even the mere watching a horror movie would leave him screaming

in terror for hours. Witnessing blood in a prison setting would undoubtedly induce nausea in him!

Could it be...

An amorphous thought flashed through both their minds, causing them to quicken their pace involuntarily.

At the entrance to the Fourth Branch Sect’s prison, guards were stationed just like before. Seeing Leon and King

suddenly arrive, they raised their guns without hesitation, pointing them squarely at the two. “What are you

doing here?”

Leon and King, eager to see Oliver at this point, were done with negotiations. Without a word, they swiftly drew

their daggers and attacked the guards, showing a determination to settle things once and for all.

Even though they were armed with guns, they were still no match for the two. In no time, Leon and King swiftly

knocked them down to the ground.

King pressed his foot firmly into the back of one of the guards, grinding down hard, and demanded sharply,

“Where's Oliver?”

The guard at the door trembled and pointed shakily towards the prison, ‘He's ... he’s inside.”

King squinted and delivered a harsh kick to the guard's neck, causing him to collapse unconscious. Without

hesitation, he then dashed towards the inside.

The Fourth Branch Sect’s prison was small, housing only a few inmates, making their search swift. Before long,

they found Oliver curled up in a secluded corner, still vomiting blood.