Chapter 184
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Bane silently crouched down and examined Tracia’s body. After a moment, he stood grim expression and said, “She must’ve encountered a skilled martial artist.”
“What kind of master could kill a Rhodes family security chief?” Michael demanded angrily.
Bane remained silent for a moment, his face unusually grave. “At the very least, someone on the level of a junior grandmaster–or maybe even a full grandmaster.”
He continued, “The ability to kill Tracia with a single punch is leagues beyond those amateurs who had just learned the basics.”
“Come on, Bane, you can’t be serious,” Michael said in horror. “How could there be a grandmaster hiding in this place?”
To Michael, a grandmaster was practically a living legend–someone even the Rhodes family would show respect. In his mind, those figures were untouchable, being able to kill others without breaking a sweat.
Bane snapped, “I never joke about such a matter. She died at the hands of at least a junior grandmaster.”
“Bane, you don’t think Lauren hired them, do you?” Michael asked nervously.
Bane shot him a contemptuous look, “Don’t be stupid. If she had access to such a master, would she have let Tracia drag, her into these woods, waiting for us? This must have been a backup that arrived later. Check if any Rhodes family elites were in the area.”
“Definitely not,” Michael quickly replied. “If there was anyone in our family to deploy someone of that caliber, it could only be Mr. Rhodes Senior. Only he has that level of authority.
Bane was puzzled. “That’s strange. Could Lauren have some powerful ally we don’t know about?”
‘Andrew! It has to be that pretty boy Andrew. That damn bastard!” Michael burst out through gritted teeth.
Bane stared at him in disbelief before scoffing. “That’s nonsense!”
“Don’t underestimate him, Bane,” Michael insisted, clearly haunted by past encounters. “He’s repeatedly foiled my plans and saved Lauren. Who else could have ruined our careful plartning?
Bane mocked, “Mr. Rhodes, that guy has really gotten into your head. Even Tracia alone would’ve been too much for him. Don’t tell me you think he’s a junior grandmaster.
“If that were true, you should pack your bags, leave Rhodes Corporation, and beg Lauren for mercy.”
Bane genuinely thought Michael was paranoid. A young man like Andrew could not possibly be anywhere near the level of a junior grandmaster.
“Bane, how would you fare against a junior grandmaster?” Michael asked.
Bane lifted his chin proudly. “I’m skilled in both medicine and martial arts, and I wouldn’t back down from a fight with a junior grandmaster. However, it depends on the situation.
Unless absolutely necessard rather not face one. If you encounter such a martial artist,
there’s only one thing to do.”
“What’s that?” Michael asked instinctively.
Bane replied with deadly seriousness, “Run for your life!”
