Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 517

Flora walked around to the back of Maximilian.

She saw that ugly white man holding something like a syringe in his hand, while there was already over ten milliliter blood in it.

Since the needle was not stuck into the aorta, it took longer to collect blood from the capillary. If it were stuck into the aorta, the blood collection would have long finished at this moment.

Flora was shocked. Although she had no idea why they were doing this, Flora knew they must be doing something evil.

"What are you doing?" Flora called out and dashed towards the ugly white man desperately.

The white man, who was staring seriously at the blood collecting needle, was startled by Flora’s shout.

Seeing that he was discovered, he put away the blood collecting needle in haste and wanted to flee away.

Although over 10ml blood was not much, it was enough to fulfill the task. He couldn’t put his own life at risk in order to collect more blood from Maximilian.

Seeing that man was about to run away, Flora rushed forward recklessly and grabbed his clothes.

"Stop running! Maximilian, come over here! He took your blood!"

Flora grasped that man’s clothes and turned to yell at Maximilian.

Maximilian turned around at once, looking at Flora and the white man caught by her.

The rest of the white men saw that their intention was discovered, and shook their fists and hit Maximilian, trying to buy some time for their accomplice.

Meanwhile, the white man caught by Flora made a determined effort, lifted his foot and gave her a kick. Flora dodged him hurriedly, but was still kicked on the outer thigh. In an instant, she fell onto the ground.

Canaan, who realized that something went wrong, rushed over. With a leap, he pounced upon the fleeing white man. Finally, the moment he was about to fall to the ground, Canaan held the fleeing white man’s feet, and pulled him down to the ground abruptly.

"Fuck! You fucking bastards!"

The white man who had fallen to the ground gave Canaan two firm kicks. "Let me go, you fucking bastard! Let go of my foot!"

"No, I will never let you go!" Canaan endured the pain and said.

The white man gritted his teeth and took out a dagger from his lower back. He turned to sit up, trying to kill Canaan directly so that he could escape.

However, just when he took out the dagger, the sound of gust wind came into his ears.

Next, a foot was flung out towards his hand holding the dagger, and the bone of his hand broke!

"Ouch!" The white man screeched with pain, staring at Maximilian in panic.

Those white men who had surrounded Maximilian were brought down and spitting blood. They exhaled more than they inhaled, and were too weak to groan.

"What… what are you doing? It’s none of my business. It’s Colletti… It’s Colletti who asked me to do this!"

The ugly white man was suffering a complete breakdown. He took out the blood collecting needle from his inner pocket and tossed it aside without hesitation.

"Colletti asked us to take your blood. I don’t know what he is going to do with it. Please forgive me."

"Colletti? The organizer of Underground Boxing Tournament?"

Maximilian bent down and picked up the blood collecting needle. He glanced at it and then put it into his pocket. After that, he turned to walk towards Flora, and helped her up.

Seeing Maximilian coming to help her, Flora was filled with joys. She put her arms around Maximilian’s neck directly, and even wanted to wrap her legs around Maximilian’s body.

If only she could hold Maximilian tight like an octopus! Flora couldn’t help but let her imagination fly.

Maximilian frowned. When he pulled Flora up, he looked at her, who was pressing herself against him, and said, "Don’t make a scene. I have something else to do."

The white man felt as if his chest was hammered, and then came the tightness and pain. With that, he felt some liquid rising in his throat. Finally, he opened his mouth and blood vomited out.

"I… I was wrong. I won’t… run anymore."

"Where is Colletti?" Maximilian asked in a cold voice.

"In the monitor room at… at the backstage. Please don’t kill me!"

Maximilian gave a bleak smile and kicked the white man on the side of his head with his right foot. The white man’s head tilted, and stopped breathing completely.

"Master, are you going to the monitor room to catch Colletti?" Canaan asked as he approached Maximilian.

"Of course. We have to cash out our winnings."

Canaan was stunned, not expecting that cashing out was still on Maximilian’s mind.

Connor ran in from the door hastily, with blood stains on his face. "Mr. Lee, Colletti and the others have run away. My men failed to stop them!"

Maximilian glanced at Connor, who looked like a mess right now with a few knife wounds on his arms.

Connor was closely followed by his men, who had wounds on their faces and bodies, as if they had been given a good beating.

Before Maximilian came in to look for Flora and Canaan just now, he told Connor to contact the organizer of the underground boxing tournament. After all, a huge sum of winnings was involved and the banker had to deal with the matter.

Therefore, Connor went to look for Colletti. In order to make it safe, Connor had brought his men with him.

However, just when they entered the side door, they had bumped into Colletti and the others, who had been on their way out.

Before Connor could talk, Colletti’s men had started the fight, providing cover for Colletti and Thompson’s escape.