Winner Takes All novel Chapter 832

“Damn it, escape, I must escape. This is a chance that the woman risked her life for me.” Napoleon staggered and stumbled along the alley way at the villa complex towards the forest. He left a trail of blood each time he stumbled to the ground. He knew that in his current state, he would not be able to get far if he were to go onto the main roads. He would stand a larger chance of escaping if he went along the alley way and through the forest.

What happened in the room continued to flash in his mind. Napoleon was more determined than ever as he mumbled, “Rest assured, I will live on to find that Jack Hughes and get him to save you!” He said with confidence through his blood stained teeth.

Then.

“With me Wuchang around, you will not escape alive!” A cold and ruthless voice shrieked eerily, “Whoever Wuchang wants dead, he will not live!”

“Damn it, so fast?” Napoleon cursed and shuddered as a chill ran down his spine. He turned around as he staggered. The light from the street lamps allowed him to barely make out a figure that was rushing rapidly towards him.

“Ha ha ha… where did you learn that ‘Deboning Move’ from? That skill isn’t one that can be mastered by just anyone!” Wuchang’s eyes locked onto Napoleon like a predator hunting a prey while questioning him.

To her, the severely injured Napoleon was as good as dead. She wanted her doubts answered and may let Napoleon live several more seconds before killing him. With her experience and knowledge, the art of ‘Deboning Move’ had been lost for over thirty years! To think that she chanced upon this thief who actually knew this skill. ‘Deboning Move’ was created by a thief and as far as she could remember, someone who could master this skill, was a master among the thieves. Anyone who knew this skill would be well known in the streets. But now, this mongrel who actually knew ‘Deboning Move’, was a nobody in the world of thieves.

“Nobody taught me that, you bitch! This skill was self-taught!” Napoleon could sense that death was quickly approaching and declared proudly as if there was nothing left to fear.

He wanted to escape but he also knew that even if he was not injured, there was no possibility of escaping Wuchang. Additionally, he was severely injured and Wuchang was rushing towards him unencumbered. His confidence a moment ago was now wavering.

“Self-taught?” Wuchang was shocked and stopped momentarily.

She then laughed hysterically, “Who do you think you are? What arrogance you have! ‘Deboning Move’ was devised three hundred years ago by the ‘Gang of Eight’ Chief of thieves. Over these three hundred years, the total number of people who mastered this skill could be counted with one hand and are the masters of thieves. How dare a washout like you claim to be able to teach yourself this ‘Deboning Move’ skill? You are truly shameless!” Wuchang said furiously at the end.

Bash! As Wuchang ran again, her left foot kicked a rock and smashed it into pieces. The pieces of shattered rock shot out like bullets towards Napoleon.

“Fuck!” Napoleon tensed up when he heard the rock shattering. An intense sense of danger overwhelmed him and instinctively he twisted his body and turned around.

The pieces of rocks impacted his left shoulder blade and other pieces flew in all directions. Napoleon yelled in agony as blood splattered from the impact. He stumbled a few steps and collapsed onto the ground and he vomited a mouthful of blood.