My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 569

SDuncan flew out of the window.

He spat blood from his mouth after landing on the ground.

Holy shit!!!

That was so harsh!

Duncan lay on the ground for a moment trying to catch his breath.

Boris walked over to the window and asked calmly, “Are you alright?”

Duncan struggled to his feet and made an 'OK' sign before he stumbled away.

Boris shook his head. “I have no idea what’s so wonderful about women…”

When he finished his sentence…

A piercingly cold aura flashed through the air.

Boris raised his arms and threw a punch.

When the two forces collided, all the glass in the mansion shattered.

A dark shadow materialized before the mansion and then jumped onto the roof.

It suspended itself upside down, its legs curled around the railing as it stared Boris in the face.

"Long time no see, my man Boris!”

“Swordsman! Back so soon?”

Boris smiled as he spoke.

He had already known it was The Swordsman when he saw that glint.

“Just a minion who had barely achieved Mystique Loyalty Realm. How long did you think I’d need?”

The Swordsman unfurled his legs from the railing and landed in the room, light as a feather.

His curly black hair had streaks of white in it, and he seemed to be in his 50s. Strapped to his back was a four-foot-long straight-edged sword.

“How many stabs did you require this time?”

Boris was slightly shocked. Though both he and The Swordsman were part of the Black Wind Mountains, they rarely saw each other. It had been over ten years since they last met.

They had both just achieved Mystique Loyalty Realm then, and The Swordsman had yet to become a match for him.

During the next few years, The Swordsman’s skills improved at a flying rate, and he became invincible in the Black Wind Mountains.

In the end, both masters of the Black Wind Mountains were required to work together before they managed to wrestle him under control.

From that point onward, he was called The Swordsman.

Boris glanced at the handle of the sword The Swordsman had strapped to his back, and he could not help but laugh. “Wouldn’t women slow you down?”

The Swordsman thought about it for a moment before he smiled and nodded. “To be honest… they do!”

Boris laughed. “In that case, you should get rid of that nasty habit of yours!”

None of the people in the Black Wind Mountains were decent individuals.

They were forced to congregate because the National Martial Bureau had left them no choice.

After dozens of years of hard work, the Black Wind Mountains now had equal power to the National Martial Bureau.

Once upon a time, Boris had abhorred evil as if it were his sworn enemy.

When asked to avenge someone, he would kill that person’s entire family if they were truly devoid of any conscience.

After being prosecuted by the National Martial Bureau, he had no choice but to join the Black Wind Mountains.

He had thought there was no surpassing his evil, but after arriving at the Black Wind Mountains, he realized his deeds paled in comparison to what the others had done.

Take The Swordsman standing before him as an example. The man was nearing his 80s, but he had a penchant for young women.

The Swordsman sighed. “The inner energy cultivation technique I practice is unique. I need the help of a female’s energy for it to increase.

"If not, I wouldn’t be able to pull off any of my moves because I wouldn't have sufficient true energy. That would mean I could never execute the seventh stab!”