Chapter: 1204

"I’m here, Sir Paul. Can you please tell me about the Cherusia?" Dustin bowed respectfully.

However, Paul did not hear him and continued meditating with both palms pressed together.

"Sir Paul, the Cherusia means a lot to me. Please tell me what you know about it. Sir Paul? Sir Paul!"

Dustin frowned as he stepped forward, gently patting Paul on the shoulders.

But the very next second, Paul fell backward and collapsed. His face was pale, and blood flowed from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

He was dead!

"H-he’s dead?" Dustin was shocked, looking at Paul lying there lifelessly. His eyes widened in disbelief.

The sudden turn of events caught him off guard, and he had trouble processing what he saw.

How could this be? Why did Paul die? Who did it?

Paul was a grandmaster martial artist, one of the five ultimate grandmasters of Balerno! Who was capable of killing him?

The killer carried out the deed so quietly without anyone finding out. Who could it be?

Dustin’s mind raced, trying hard to catch any trace of abnormality and make sense of the situation. However, he could not make heads or tails of the situation.

Everything had happened too suddenly, without even the slightest sign.

Dustin crouched down to check Paul’s body.

He noticed that his body still had a lingering trace of warmth to it. From that, he deduced that the time of death was less than an hour ago.

And before he died, he had been intoxicated by a substance that had messed with his senses, which led to delayed reactions.

As for the fatal wound, Dustin noticed that it was a wound on his back. It must have been a short weapon like a knife or dagger.

The killer stabbed Paul in the back and into the heart, delivering a lethal blow. The blade was coated with a deadly poison to ensure nothing went wrong.

It would take an extremely skilled person, or someone the victim knew personally, to assassinate a grandmaster silently. Those were the only ways a person could sneak up on them or catch them unguarded.

"Grandfather, here’s your tea…"

Patrick walked in right then. But when he saw Paul’s dead body on the floor, he felt like lightning had struck him.

The pot of tea in his hands fell to the floor with a loud thud, shattering into a million pieces.

"Dustin! You-You killed my grandfather?" When he finally reacted, Patrick paled and stumbled back in shock.

"It wasn’t me. When I entered, Sir Paul was already dead," Dustin hurriedly explained.

Blood was on his hands as he had checked Paul’s wounds earlier. He knew how misleading it looked.