Winner Takes All novel Chapter 544

In the dark woods.

It was silent.

As Jack turned nonchalantly, Lyndall also slowly shifted his gaze.

Even though Lyndall was extremely weak at the moment, that he lost consciousness from time to time.

He clearly saw that a stone hit Jack’s gun the moment Jack fired the gun.

The stone was able to deploy power that was nothing less than a bullet!

Was this person… a God?

Just like Lyndall, Jack was staring into the darkness. He put on a cool expression, but deep down he was agitated.

This person was stronger than the two assassins chasing after Lyndall!

And not just by a little.

One would have to be at the extreme of their physical and fighting abilities to be able to pull off this “stone killing” technique.

If such a person existed, any wood or stone would turn into a lethal weapon in their hands.

Even at this moment, Jack could feel a tearing and numbing pain in his right hand’s fingers.

It was from the stunning impact when the stone hit the gun just now!

Swoosh!

Suddenly, something slashed through the air from inside the dark woods.

Focusing his gaze, Jack felt a strong sense of danger. His scalp went numb.

In that moment, he intrinsically shifted his body.

Almost at the same time, he saw something shot across his vision. The wind it triggered made Jack narrowed his eyes.

Dum!

A loud thud.

A hole was made in the trunk of the tree right beside Jack. Wood chips were flying everywhere.

“This is…”

Jack peered from the corner of his eyes and was shocked.

It was… a token that had pierced into the trunk!

The stale copper token was covered with rust.

It was carved exquisitely. Even though the carvings had faded with time, it still made one’s heart skip a beat just looking at it.

And in the centre of the token, a “Powell” word was carved in clerical character.

At the same time, footsteps were heard from the direction where the token came from.

Frowning, Jack turned and looked gravely into the direction.

The footsteps were casual and unhurried.

Jack subconsciously clenched his fists at the calmness of the enemy.

Did he think he had this whole situation under his control?

The torchlight that had fallen to the ground partially flashed towards the direction. A figure slowly walked out from the dark.

Gradually, Jack finally had a clear view of the figure.

It was a middle age man. An ordinary middle age man.

He was about five foot seven, well-built, with an ordinary set of casual wear and an ordinary feature.

Jack knew he wouldn’t be able to identify this man if he were to hide among a crowd!

But he also knew he would have one foot into his demise if he were to deem this ordinary-looking man in front of him as an ordinary man.

Jack had wide exposure to all sorts of people from the head of the almighty Hughes family down to the beggar by the roadside.

Even though living in the same society, everyone carried a distinct temperament which came from their respective occupations.

Took his father for example, he could deploy a strong aura of authority by just furrowing his brows.

Even Madam Hughes could pull off being calm and domineering at the same time.

One would know they were no mediocre people just by taking a glance at them.

But this man in front of him managed to seal his extraordinary temperament completely.

The middle age man halted and looked calmly at Willy, who was lying in a pool of blood.

He shook his head, “Such a shame, I nearly had you there. I wanted to set you up in a double scheme, but I underestimated you.”

As he said that, the middle age man glanced at Jack’s legs.

Double scheme?

Jack widened his eyes.

He suddenly realized something.