Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1290

If anyone tried to find a specific book in here, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Fortunately, Jay was guided by the map in his head. He knew that the register was located in the 48 Stronghold’s compartment bookshelf.

At this moment, a huge gecko had occupied the tall bookshelf in compartment 48. His leg was bleeding non-stop. He took out the medicine kit he carried with him, then applied medicine and bandaged it to stop the bleeding.

Jay bypassed the guards in the library and sneaked inside.

After entering the 48 Stronghold compartment, Jay began searching for the register on the shelf.

Suddenly, a tinge of crimson on a page of a book caught Jay's attention. He touched the crimson spot o n the page with his finger and could feel the moisture on it. Jay was on his guard immediately.

A wounded assassin was hiding up above.

This was his speculation.

In an instant, a ball of lightning flashed in Jay's mind. He exerted strength and smacked his hand on the bookshelf suddenly. An overwhelming murderous

aura started bearing down on him.

Jay made a few rotations at lightning speed and dodged the assassin's cold blade.

Jay looked at the assassin who was wearing a black stealth suit and had a hood over his head. His mouth, nose, and eyes were covered firmly. The thought of him hiding in Angeline's bed last night sent a burst of anger spurting from the depths of his heart. His eyes exuded an ice-cold aura.

"Let me see your face." He clenched his fist, shifted his position, and started galloping on the rounded wall like a gecko, attacking the assassin from the side.

The assassin had just finished treating his leg injury, s o the pain in his bandaged leg had subsided greatly. For a demon like him who had gone through hell-like training, this bit of pain could hardly affect his performance.

He and Jay fought head-on. Jay's punches were heavy and his speed was like lightning. His mixed martial arts skills had attained perfection.

On the other hand, the young man's fist technique itself was built to be lethal enough to eliminate formidable enemies. When his fists were launched, the spot where Jay dodged them would be smashed into a pit.

"You’re pretty good, eh?" Jay praised.

The young man’s voice was weak and feeble. "So are you."

The two fought for a very long time and were impossible to separate.

Perhaps the fight was too intense, so the register that the young man had stolen fell out of his waist.