Winner Takes All novel Chapter 719

On the airport runway.

Isaac Wells was in a black windbreaker, and it was rustled by the wind.

In the silence, several entourages felt a great pressure swept out and covered them.

The entourages seemed shocked, as if they were imprisoned and unable to move.

"Let's go."

Isaac said in a deep voice, and walked out of the airport first.

The entourages hurriedly followed him, kept quiet out of fear. Everyone noticed the depression from Isaac.

No one noticed the landing of a private jet inside the airport.

It was still busy in the airport lobby, people were all occupied catching their flights.

When Isaac led entourages and got into the airport lobby, his indifferent and determined face still attracted the attention of many people.

But at this time Isaac was all focused on Rena Yales, his pace was so fast that the entourages behind him couldn't keep up.

However, just as Isaac was about to step out of the airport lobby.

His footsteps stopped abruptly.

"What?!"

Isaac’s eyes flashed brilliantly, and his grim face suddenly turned to the exit of the hall. His eye sight locked on a figure in the crowd.

With a serious expression on his face, he quickly followed the figure.

The entourage looked at each other with confusion on their faces.

But immediately they followed up where Isaac was going.

Walking out of the airport lobby.

Isaac led the people to follow closely behind the man, and the man seemed to spot Isaac and the others, but he didn't look back. Instead, he took everyone to a remote corner patiently.

"Hey, old friend, it's nice to see you in this place."

The person in front suddenly turned around and smiled.

He was dressed in a beige coat and a peaked cap. He exuded the elegance of a noble medieval gentleman. The blue eyes seemed could attract everything and his sun-like smile seemed to warm everyone's heart.

He also had an angular face and blond hair.

Even he was in middle age, but still exuded the infinite charm of a mature man.

"Arrows, why did you come here?"

Isaac stared at the blond man coldly with a grim expression and queried him.

"Friend, don't you think this is a kind of fate if we meet here?"

Arrows spread his hands with black leather gloves on, and walked towards Isaac casually. At the same time, he reached his right hand into inner pocket of the coat and took out a cigar, lit it up and took a whiff.

When he walked in front of Isaac, he slowly spit the smoke into Isaac's face.

It was a vividly provocation.

This scene made the entourage’s expression suddenly became serious.

They barely hold their anger.

However.

Before they had done something.

Hiss!

A cold light suddenly flashed through the air, and everyone squinted their eyes at the same time.

When Isaac put down his right hand.

The cigar held in Arrows’ mouth was cut into two pieces from the middle, a half fell to the ground, and the other half was still in Arrows’ mouth.

The sword was out as fast as lightning.

Everyone who was there had no time to react.

After seeing the situation clearly.

The entourage amazed and gasped.

Even the person involved, Arrows, had a fleeting consternation in his eyes.

"I hate your bad breath."

Isaac's expression was extremely cold-blooded, his eyes revealed with awe-inspiring killing intent, and he slowly shook the short sword in his hand, "The trash from Bloody Angel, with the smell of blood in your mouth, mixed with the smell of cigar. It is so disgusting. If you don’t step further away from me, I promise that the next cut will make your head fly out of your neck."

"My God, Isaac, are you crazy? I'm just saying hello to you!"

Arrows took off half of the cigar from his mouth, and stepped back angrily with his hands putting in his tightly wrapped waistcoat pockets, "You madman, an old friend meets you and greets to you, but you actually try to kill me? My God, this is simply intolerable."

"Ah!"

Isaac sneered and said with contempt, "Black Hand Arrows, you have no qualifications to say hello to me? Even if you say hello. If so, I should be the one who smoke a cigar and spit out the smoke on the face of the leader of Bloody Angel."

The domineering words showed how much he looked down upon the man.

He disdained this blond man!

As these words were spoken, Arrows' face suddenly changed, and everyone can see the anger burst from his azure blue eyes. He was like a sullen beast.

However, Isaac ignored him, and led people to pass Arrows directly and walked towards the parking lot.

From beginning to end, he no longer looked at Arrows directly.

This kind of ignorance made Arrows glower at Isaac and he was totally in outrage.

Although his status was not the leader of the Bloody Angel, he was the upper level of the Bloody Angel.

He was ignored by him?

"Isaac Wells..."

He was in ashamed and anger, so Arrows turned around angrily.

When he was about to say something.

Whoosh!

A whistling, accompanied by cold light, suddenly rushed toward his face.

In an instant, Arrows' every pore on his body shrank and he felt an unprecedented sense of death crisis.

Less than one second, he tilted his body completely with his instinct.

The cold light swept across his face, and a sharp, tearing pain suddenly appeared on the top of his nose.

Boom!

There was a blast.

The short sword that passed through the air, with an violent momentum, plunged directly into the wall behind Arrows and sank half of the blade into the wall.

At this moment.

Arrows’ entire body was frozen, he lost all the senses as if he had fallen into an ice hole in an instant, his only felt horrified.

Almost!

Almost, this sword could take him to see the God!

Immediately, he heard Isaac's cold and domineering voice.

"Arrows, I don’t know why your Bloody Angel sent you, the Black Hand ,here, but remember, we have a saying that good dogs don’t block the way. You can not block my way, don’t even mention my sword!"

The words were so harsh as countless sharp needles piercing Arrows’ eardrums.

In an instant, Arrows was flushed with shame and anger.

But he dared not to refute.

Because he knew clearly that there was a gap between himself and Mafia Boss!

With a head-on battle, he was not an opponent indeed.

But his nickname is " Black Hand Arrows", so it always meant play dirty.

Watching Isaac gradually disappear from sight.

For a long while.

Arrows red face gradually changed.

The azure blue eyes squinted into a slit, exuding endless grimness.

It is like a hyena on the prairie, greedy, dark, sinister...

"My God, it's really strange that the head of Grand Freemasons actually comes here and arranges this encounter between me and him. Why is he here for?"

Arrows stretched out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, " Isaac, I am really not your opponent if we are in the clean fight, but I really want to kill you. I secretly have 10,000 ways to send you to see the God."

While he was talking.

Arrows took a deep breath, held half of a cigar in his mouth, and reignited it.

After that, he took out a photo from his inner pocket.

That was a...wedding photo.