Chapter 759

While Lionel cracked his neck and flexed his fists, Ashton was busy flattering him. "Our Morbian lion, Lionel, is ready to make a move. If you're wise enough, you'd better get on your knees and take your beating. He won't kill you anyway. After all, we can't get the ten-billion-dollar bounty if you're dead." The onlookers roared in laughter. The Morbians were no different from fools when they were intoxicated. If Cyrus were an easy target, he would've been killed in Centuria. There would be no need to set up the Tropical Deathmatch for him and gather thousands of assassins from around the globe to eliminate him. Cyrus smirked, showing no signs of fear. With a flick of his fingers, a silver needle appeared between them. He didn't even have to use the Golden Needles on Lionel. Given how expensive they were, it was a waste to attack Lionel with them. "How much longer are you going to take, Mr. Poodle?" Cyrus asked. "I'm about to go to bed soon." Sensing Cyrus' impudence, Lionel