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