CHAPTER 795: CHAPTER 495: THE KILLER, NATASHA?

The most ancient method—combat!

Many were shocked by Natasha’s direct and violent approach, but what terrified them most was this person’s ability to manipulate fire at will.

Supernatural forces.

"I would be more pleased if you could find someone... to confirm they saw me killing Yale with my own hands,"

"Or perhaps... use the most ancient method."

With a hook of her finger, sparks around her whooshed up to the height of a person, burning fiercely.

The firelight reflected on everyone’s faces.

Yi, the Earl of Platinum, and those with considerable strength had to admit the terror of an A-level King.

To put it plainly, if she could kill Yale, then killing them was not out of the question. Therefore, unless they could find someone comparable to her to duel, these questions here were utterly meaningless.

But if there really was such a person, then perhaps it wasn’t Natasha who killed Yale.

Contradiction.

This was the biggest contradiction.

The people of Hellfire hesitated, and then Nusser decisively bent over, "As Yale’s chief steward, Nusser believes in Lady Natasha’s strength,"

But he does not mention believing in her innocence?

Haha! Natasha neither denied nor confirmed, but instead used a very barbaric and domineering approach...

Is this really okay?

Natasha chuckled, "It seems I am free to leave?"

"I’m afraid you can’t just leave," someone suddenly said. Natasha turned her head, her first reaction was to look into the distance...

It was in the direction of the airport.

There was a huge light that erupted from the airport with a roar!

Crash!

A swath of planes exploded.

Helicopters, private planes, and even the ferries docked by the seaside exploded like dominoes, burning and glowing brightly...

The excellent hearing and vision of those present peaked here, so they all heard the screams of terror from the guests moving towards the airport and the beach...

The firelight even cast a glow onto the rooftop, where these people of not low combat power all had very strange expressions at that moment.

--It seemed that the other party intended to keep them all here.

Landis whispered to his people behind him, "Go see if you can contact someone outside, send someone for support,"

"Yes."

But the chances might be slim.

Because the other party had made such a grand gesture, there was no reason they could contact their subordinates to dispatch planes and the like to rescue them...

At the very least, for a considerable time, they would have to stay on this island which had lost all transportation and electricity.

This was very dangerous.

In the midst of the firelight, in the silence, Natasha’s gaze suddenly shifted downward to the person standing in front of the spire, that is, the person standing in front of Yale’s body.

"Sui Yi... I recall that is your name. Have you made any observations?" Natasha turned her head and her expression suddenly stiffened.

Everyone’s attention shifted, and they were startled to see Sui Yi, who had briefly clashed with the Earl of Platinum earlier, reaching out to touch the face of Grand Prince Yale.

Well, under the watchful eyes of everyone, especially the strange glances from Philip and Fess, Sui Yi remained expressionless as her fingers gently tugged on something.

The Grand Prince of Yale’s facial skin was pulled to a degree.

Nusser’s expression twitched, and the people of Hellfire Castle felt... quite the mixed emotions!

Just about to erupt in anger.

Natasha laughed, her laughter unhidden and seemingly very pleased.

It was as if she couldn’t wait for Yale to be embarrassed.

However, for Sui Yi, she didn’t have much fondness or closeness either, so she just crossed her arms and asked coolly, "Well, how does it feel?"

"Hm?" Sui Yi turned her head to look at Natasha, her expression serious and a bit... puzzled.

Previously, she didn’t pay much attention to the standoff between Hellfire and Natasha. She had silently walked away to stand in front of the corpse, which was just as they had seen from below, impaled at the spire by a long spear, back towards The Gate.

It was indeed Yale.

Since she couldn’t use Magnetic Sensation, she could only sweep over Yale’s body inch by inch with her gaze... He was dressed in a tailcoat, with some powder on the tailcoat... The clothes showed signs of fighting and burns, the blood was real and had coagulated.

After a tug on the skin... real skin, not fake.

It was the real Yale.

Yale was truly dead.

But there was a slight mist on the skin... a very strange mist.

Ah~ Sui Yi couldn’t describe the feeling, caught in contemplation and a bit of bewilderment; hence when Natasha asked her, she had just snapped back to reality. In response to the other party’s question, she could only say, "Real skin."

That tone sounded as if she was saying, this couch is made of real leather! A good buy!

Real skin... haha... the Earl of Platinum looked toward the people of Hellfire, fury, come on, show some fury!

Nusser couldn’t help but interject, "Your Excellency, please show some respect for our master... so..."

"Are you planning to leave him hanging like this forever?" Sui Yi dropped her left hand into her pocket, her gaze drifting away, looking into the distance towards the raging firelight...

Of course not!

People from Hellfire hurriedly stepped forward to lay down the body...

and clean up the aftermath.

Furthermore, as the cold wind blew, everyone felt the chill on their faces, prompting someone to mutter, "If there’s no electricity and it’s this cold, the situation is dire..."

Among the guests today were many elderly and children. Even if we retreat a hundred steps, these pampered socialites and young masters might not be able to endure the cold all night...

Especially on an isolated island at sea, it can get truly cold..

Sui Yi had already seen people from the airport starting to retreat.

Clearly, after the sabotage of these modes of transport in one fell swoop, their primary concern now was how to survive this electricity-less night.

Air conditioning, heating, No Way!

Suddenly, Zhong Lang and Ye Zixu, the two who went to check the electrical switchboard, hurried over. But it seemed not just the two of them, several others had come with them, obviously sent by the many nobles to investigate the switchboard.

But their expressions were somber.

The situation was not promising.

"The switchboard has been completely destroyed, and the electrical system entirely shut down, unless someone knows the system password..."

Zhong Lang said, looking at Nusser and others.

"As the hosts, surely the people of Hellfire Castle wouldn’t be unaware of how to start this electrical system," he added.

Nusser nodded, "Of course, I know."

But the problem lay in this "but"!

"However, after the power was cut, we checked the system immediately... and confirmed that it has been thoroughly sabotaged and cannot be repaired in a short time."

This statement was shocking. "Thoroughly destroyed? Was it from a network infiltration or was there direct internal sabotage in your system control room?"

"The latter, all the guards responsible for the control room were killed," Nusser said with a wry smile. "So, I took people to the system control room right away, most of our hands were there, trying to find the murderer. However, we didn’t expect..."

Our master was murdered.

"This is simply a huge conspiracy against us at Hellfire..."

The others made no comment, but sensed the situation was extremely tricky.

"Are there any other electric devices available? Something that could send out a signal..."

Just as the question was raised, Zhong Lang pulled out his phone, shook it a bit, and said coldly: "All the communication is blocked! There’s absolutely no signal on this isolated island."

Too far removed from human society.

"Yes, the electrical system is also connected to a satellite that coordinates with the castle. Once the system is compromised, all the signals that could maintain normal communication are nullified—it’s as if...", Nusser glanced around at everyone’s phones, "all communication devices are rendered useless."

In other words, they have to get through this bitterly cold night without electricity or any means of external contact, and it’s uncertain whether anyone will come to their rescue tomorrow.

"No need to be so pessimistic. I imagine that once we lose contact, our people will sense the danger and definitely send a rescue team," someone optimistically interjected.

Sui Yi was noncommittal about that overly optimistic view.

Many settled their minds as, arranged by the people of Hellfire, they descended the stairs.

Natasha and others were leisurely trailing at the back...

Those ahead were having a particularly hard time walking, mainly worried that the others might... suddenly turn into assassins.

After all, it’s highly likely that among them was the murderer of Grand Prince Yale.

The sound of footsteps was dense, and by the time they reached the living room on the first floor, real lights had been lit—oil lamps,

and the fireplace was already ablaze, its warm glow comforting many of the female guests and children who were wrapped in blankets, forcing even the male guests to don coats...

All windows and doors were tightly closed.

Most people were gathered here.

Oh, the warmth of the fire brought some comfort to the panicked guests, for they had family and friends close by, huddled together amidst so many people...

They heard footsteps... Someone was coming down the stairs.

Leading the way were the Hellfire attendants, followed by Sui Yi, the Earl of Platinum, and others.

Behind them was Natasha.

The expressions on many faces turned unnatural as they saw Natasha and the others from Blood Rose, and some conversations abruptly ceased.

The atmosphere was so quiet, only the wood crackling in the fireplace could be heard.

Chark had woken up and waved at Sui Yi when he saw her. Sui Yi walked over, patted his head... and let out an almost imperceptible sigh. It was so faint, yet Cao Qijun, who was holding Chark, heard it and glanced at Sui Yi. After catching Sui Yi’s eye, she suddenly understood something and asked Chark in a low voice,

"Chark, are you scared?"

"No," Chark replied with a smile.

Sui Yi was stunned and matched Cao Qijun’s smile, "You see, none of us are afraid."

The voices of the Duchess and the Duke’s Son were soft but inspiring, and many ladies held their children closer, steadying their thoughts.

Right now, more than ever, they needed to trust in themselves and in each other.

In a sense, these pampered Western nobles were better at crisis management and emotional handling than some people in our country, precisely because their education and sense of adventure since childhood made them stronger.

Sui Yi nodded slightly and stood to one side...

Finally, Natasha stepped from the stairway onto the carpet, her gaze sweeping over those who dared not meet her eyes yet were all suspicious and guarded...(To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it, your monthly pass, or simply support us. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to continue reading.)