My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 112

Stellar was a man who did as he said.

He took his pistol and aimed it at Howard’s head.

Howard shuddered in fear when he saw the black-colored muzzle.

No one had ever dared point a gun at him in the past seventy years he had been alive.

Yet now, he did not have the guts to lose his temper when a gun was pointed at him.

Deep within his heart, he knew without a doubt that not only did Stellar dare point a gun at him, but he was also brazen enough to pull the trigger and kill him.

“Colonel… sir… I… I…”

Howard stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence.

The poor had no power over the rich, and the rich had no power over the government.

Although he held extremely powerful positions in Jonford, they were nothing in comparison to the power the Northern Territory’s colonel had.

For the sake of his life, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

“Get the hell out!” Stellar roared.

Howard hurriedly left the room with his family’s guards.

While that was going on, Nash had placed thirty-six offering bowls around Philix’s body.

Lloyd exclaimed, “These offering bowls are placed according to the 36 decan stars’ positions. It looks like a magic circle…”

Cillian, who had not had any emotion on his face before this, gasped, “It’s the Decan Soul-Locking Formation!”

Lloyd was shocked. “Decan Soul-Locking Formation?”

Cillian nodded. “I don’t think he’s faking it. The Decan Soul-Locking Formation goes against the laws of nature. Getting a few years shaved off your life constitutes a light punishment, and the worst punishment would be getting cursed by the gods. I can’t believe Master Calcraft passed on the technique to this young man!”

When Cillian finished his sentence, he kindly asked, “Young man, are you sure you want to use the Decan Soul-Locking Formation?”

Nash ignored Cillian and walked toward the couch, where he retrieved a brush, a bottle of red-colored ink, and a stack of parchment paper from the tote bag lying on the coffee table.

A frosty expression appeared on Skadi’s face when she noticed how arrogant Nash was acting.

Before meeting the Smiling Grim Reaper, Father Cillian had been the man she admired.

He was a ninth-division grandmaster, which made him one of the best in the martial arts world.

Even though he only had the powers of a ninth-grade grandmaster, he still stood a fighting chance if they were combined with the techniques his ancestors had passed down to him.

Nash turned to look at Cillian. “If you do not have any other business here, please leave the room so you don’t disrupt the warden’s rest!”

Cillian said calmly, “The General Star has fallen, and Heaven’s will cannot be disobeyed. Only Master Calcraft, who has the Apocalyptic Star in his Palace of Fate, can change one’s destiny against all odds!”

He wanted Nash to back down of his own accord and was also taking this opportunity to undermine his confidence.

The young man needed a lesson taught to him because of how arrogant he was.

Nash sighed and put his brush down. Then, he took a folded yellow robe from the tote bag.

A biretta.

A golden-colored amulet.

Nash straightened up and put the robe on.

The biretta went on his head, and the amulet was wound around his waist before he tightened the sash.

Finally, he took a small pouch out of the tote bag.