Kiev knew it must be Chief Commander Lang who ordered the execution of the hitmen. Only someone as powerful as him could give a kill order. However, since the Quints had given him the credit, he was forced to accept it. The Quints started to flatter Kiev even more. They wished Darcy could marry him immediately, then they would be related to the vice commander of the South River Strategic Department. On the other hand, Lefteria Group was shocked to learn that their hitmen were all killed, especially Sieg. The men he sent were some of his strongest, yet they were all executed! Leo made a call to learn the details. After a brief call, he put his phone down with a bitter look. “Chief Commander Lang’s house is just next to Horizon Mirror Mansion. There are Tiger Fangs Militia stationed there. It’s private ground. We cannot set foot there anymore!” The other elders were frightened and dared not speak of revenge anymore. They might be kingpins and lords of the underworld but
“I need some time alone.” Kaze might or might not have heard Snow as he waved his hand at her expressionlessly. Before Snow left the room, she shot a worried gaze at him. Kaze was not in the right form. He was like an overheating furnace that would explode at any moment. The guard looked at Kaze strangely. He dared not speak a word anymore and simply brought Kaze back to his detention cell. The detention cell had a number of suspects, some were plain criminals. “A new guy is here. What did you get caught for?” The men with ill intentions looked at Kaze as soon as he was locked in. Kaze was troubled by the divorce and did not have the mood to talk to them. “If you people don’t want to die, stay away from me,” he said coldly. He did not even look at them and simply headed to a corner. “Kaze Lee?” Suddenly, two excited voices sounded. Two men stepped out from the group of suspects and criminals and looked at Kaze. They were Hades and Hunter, who were arrested by
Kaze lifted his head and glared at Hades suddenly. An intense killer intent drowned Hades. Hades’ expression shifted as he quickly took a few steps back. He recalled Kaze’s monstrous strength. Back then at the casino, Kaze broke his men’s bones with just a kick. “What are you going to do here? Kill us? Do you know what this place is?” Hunter bellowed at him ferociously. He then added, “I think Hades’ suggestion is great. I’ll take care of your wife as well! What do you say, Hades?” He turned around to Hades with a mischievous grin. Hades cackled. “Of course, but first come first served…” Bang! A loud bang stopped Hades’ words abruptly. Hunter was sent flying to the wall and crashed on it like a pie. He slid off the wall like a pile of lifeless meat. The other suspects and criminals went over to help Hunter. Hunter was bleeding profusely and his eyes went blank. His face rapidly turned pale. One of the criminals put his finger under Hunter’s nose and was shocke
“Hmph! You’re not the only one who has the guts to kill.” Samwell said menacingly, “Don’t worry. I will make it seem like you stole a gun and fled after I killed you. Besides, you are a felon who has taken two lives. I’ll get commendation for ending you and a cash reward from Hades’ backer.” Here was yet another idiot, playing with fire. Kaze looked at him sympathetically. “Open fire then.” “Don’t you challenge me!” Livid, Samwell pulled the trigger without hesitation. Bang! Following the gunshot, Samwell fell to the ground with a scream. His right palm was a pulp mess and charred around the edges.The gun in his hand–a deformed metal scrap by now–dropped to the ground. The barrel blew up. “I told you that you’ll regret firing that shot.” Kaze was indifferent to Samwell’s heart-shattering cries. Samwell initially thought the barrel’s explosion was an unlucky coincidence, but he soon realized what Kaze meant. Enduring the pain, he asked, “H-How did you do that?”
“Yes, my king.” Heeding Cronus’ order, Gabriel was ready to carry out the job. “My king, our sources in River Watcher Inn reported that Jeremiah has been sent to the detention center to kill Kaze to avenge Alan. “Jeremiah was Alan’s bodyguard twenty years ago and the top killer in South River state. I doubt anyone in Lilyrose is a worthy opponent to him. “Gabriel and he could cross paths and end up fighting instead of focusing on Kaze,” Angel said. Gabriel cocked his head back and said curtly, “Jeremiah will be my first kill if I run into him.” Priding himself as the top man of the Lilyrose underworld, Gabriel did not see Jeremiah, who had retired for two decades, as a threat. He had been longing to meet Jeremiah. Furrowing his brows, Cronus nodded and replied, “Angel is right, Gabriel. Bring a few shooters with you just in case. Jeremiah is not called the top killer of the South River state for nothing.” It had crossed Cronus’ mind to send Gabriel after Jeremiah.
“Get out of the way,” Jeremiah said indifferently without stopping. He headed straight to the control zone. “Hmph. Aren’t you even going to ask me for my name?” Gabriel narrowed his eyes dangerously. Jeremiah’s contemptuous attitude ticked him off. “I don’t need to know a dead man’s name.” Jeremiah was ten steps away from Gabriel. Lifting his sword, Gabriel let his bloodthirst known. “Before you die, Reaper, I’ll give you a chance to ask my name—” Gabriel did not even have a chance to finish talking. Jeremiah somehow cut the distance between them and was right in front of his face. “Slash!” The sword with the broken tip was swung. “You—” Gabriel’s eyes bulged in disbelief. Yet again, he did not have time to finish his sentence. His beheaded head tumbled across the grass. Gabriel’s headless body stood still on its own for two seconds. Blood spilled from his neck as his body collapsed. The leader of the shooters on the left side of the wall was stunned.
“You can’t kill me.” Kaze had his hands behind his back. Jeremiah’s words did not scare him. Jeremiah scoffed. “Many have said the same to me, but they are all dead now.” Kaze suddenly glanced at the left and right sides of the walls with a frown. Jeremiah reacted the same way as Kaze did. Turning his head back, Kaze said emotionlessly, “There are ten on each side. Why don’t we have a competition to see who finishes them off the fastest? If you lose, you can leave.” He had no intent to murder Jeremiah. The capable man must be Alan’s trusted subordinate. Since Kaze did not kill Alan, he had no reason to kill his men either. Of course, all of it boiled down to Jeremiah taking the hint and leaving on his own accord. Otherwise, Kaze would not hesitate to kill him. “I have not met such a cocky young man in a while.” Jeremiah scoffed and added, “I’ll give you a head start.” Rip! Kaze tore a piece of his clothing and put it over his eyes, fastening it with a secure kno
“Are you referring to Cronus or the mole in Lefteria Group?” Kaze asked without looking back. The response dumbfounded Jeremiah. He said in surprise, “Are you saying that there’s a mole in Lefteria Group?” “I had a drink with Alan yesterday and warned him that he has been poisoned.” Kaze added indifferently, “It’s an ancient poison called Shadowbane Essence. The poison needs a trigger for the toxins to take full effect. The poison can remain dormant in the poisoned’s nervous system for six months to three years while weakening its victim’s immunity. The poisoned won’t feel much except a gradual health decline.“Once the toxins meet its trigger, the poisoned will drop dead.” It remained unknown when Alan was poisoned with Shadowbane Essence. The poison user would decide when the poisoned would die. “Only Alan’s trusted people could be around him around the time he died. It has to be a mole in Lefteria Group who triggered the toxins.” Jeremiah’s eyes reflected bloodthirs
“Go, open another bottle of wine.” Jiro tapped Cyan’s face, causing her cheeks to turn pale. She turned to Draig with begging eyes. Draig said, “Brother Jiro, Cyan is my friend…” “Is she your woman?” Jiro interrupted him once more. Draig was taken aback by the question. He had an instinctive glance at Snow and shook his head. “No.” Jiro did not even look at him. He pointed at Cyan and said, “Go. Open a bottle of wine and wait for me. I like an obedient woman. I don’t like to be rough on a woman.” Cyan was horrified. She teared up as she reluctantly went off to get the bottle of wine. Jiro and the men behind him then hopped onto the couch, taking up the places that belonged to Wesley and his friends. They were ungentlemanly. The moment they sat down, they grabbed the pretty girls into their arms and molested them, treating them like mere playthings for pleasure. The ladies lost their smiles and looked horrified. They tried to break free but no matter how hard the
The arrogance that Draig brought back to Arcadia had finally been blunted. He nodded and said, “I’m Draig Tenby, the heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists from Uleania. You are?” The Tenby family was the creator of the well-known Tenby Eight Extreme Fists technique. His father practiced the set of fists since he was young and his grandfather was publicly known as the grandmaster of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard
Jiro pointed at the corner, indicating that the men could kneel there. His men behind him laughed in agreement. They then started to scrutinize the women as if they were picking one for themselves. The way they browsed through the women as if they were products left the women feeling sick and disgusted. Cyan’s face paled. She tried to shake off Jiro’s hand but could not even break free. She turned to Draig with eyes begging for help. “Let go of her!” Draig stepped up and stared down at Jiro. Jiro glanced at Draig and then raised his brows. He curled his lips up and said, “Hmph. And here I thought I found someone that I like.” “I said, let go of her!” Draig said, stepping closer to Jiro. Jiro tightened his clutch over Cyan’s jaw, making her tear up. He chuckled and said, “Beat me and I’ll let her go.” “You bastard!” Draig cursed. Cyan did everything she could to set him up with Snow, but he had to return the favor. Even though Draig feared Jiro, he steeled himsel
Everyone on the couch gasped in shock. A moment ago, the influencers, who were giggling and chuckling, waiting for Wesley to show off his strength, instinctively shrank in fear. “How dare you beat Wesley! You guys are asking for it!” Wesley’s followers failed to realize the severity of the situation. They bolted up, grabbed the nearest beer bottles, and jumped at the enemies. Jiro raised his hand to signal his men, indicating he would handle this challenge himself. Then, he stepped forward. Punches and kicks were dished out in a flurry. In less than thirty seconds, Wesley’s men were all beaten up to the ground, twirling around in painful groans. Like Wesley, they, too, suffered broken arms and legs. Everyone thought Wesley would be able to teach the Ryokanians another lesson they could not forget but it turned out the other way around. Other than Kaze and a few more, most of them on the couch were horrified. Cyan instinctively glanced at Kaze. She started to regret
Kaze frowned. He tapped on Snow’s shoulder, gesturing to her to sit down as they could no longer walk away. Since they were not part of this, Kaze wanted to leave the matter to Wesley and let them deal with it. The men were not towering but all of them were buff and bulky. Their muscles were obvious even through their uniforms. Their necks had the same tattoo of a sword, amplifying their ferocity. One of the men's heads was bleeding. He was the Ryokanian whom Wesley had hit with a bottle of beer. Wesley wiped the beer and snacks off himself and then shouted at the men, “Who the fuck are you pieces of shit? Do you know who the hell am I? How dare you hit my friend with the bottle?!” The leader of the Ryokanians was a young man in a black karate uniform. He was around 180 cm tall, which was considered tall among Ryokanians. He had a buzz cut that amplified his stern and stoic expression; his presence felt sharp and strong. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand as he loo
Kaze turned a blind eye to those who looked down on him. He smiled it off and said, “I don’t care whatever you guys want to say. I know if I am a coward or not. I am just giving you a friendly reminder. “Or else, when shit hits the fan, I don’t think everyone can be safe. Whether you want to take my advice or not, it’s up to you. As for Cyan…” He looked at Cyan with a serious look and continued, “If you don’t want this gathering to be ruined, you can consider what I just said.” Although he knew Cyan disliked him and would never take his words seriously, for the sake of Lock, he gave a piece of advice and did what he could. “Hmph!” Cyan scoffed. She remained seated with the glass of wine in her hand, looking at Kaze condescendingly. With a disappointed look, she said, “Don’t even talk to me. Since when were we that close? Wesley said what needed to be said. You are afraid of the Ryokanians, so be it. Don’t drag us down with you. You really think everyone is as cowardly as yo
No one knew what Wesley had gone through. Even Kaze felt that the useless coward was surprisingly brave. Therefore, he spoke up to give a piece of friendly advice, “Wesley, the Ryokanian wore the uniform of the Refined Blade and there’s an apprentice badge on him. I think he has some background. “If everyone wants to have a fun and peaceful night, you should consider changing the venue, or else trouble will come knocking.” Kaze thrashed Bronze Sparrow himself, so he knew the Ryokanians’ status in the establishment. When Zoro was still in charge of the place, the Ryokanians were basically the kings. Other than teasing the ladies, they could bring back whoever they were fond of and Bronze Sparrow could not do anything about it. After Miru took over, the Ryokanians no longer possessed the privilege. However, since Miru wanted to expand her business in Riverbank, she did not make enemies with the Ryokanians, so they were still welcome in the establishment. As long as they
Kaze’s words changed the expression of everyone around him. The influencers were left speechless. Kaze practically called them gold diggers! Yet he himself was a live-in husband and son-in-law! He had no right to call them gold diggers! Draig’s expression darkened. He did not expect Kaze to lecture him in front of the women. More importantly, Kaze sounded right and reasonable, leaving him with no words to argue back. No women at the scene would argue against Kaze’s words, or else they would practically admit that they were gold diggers. What was more unacceptable were the words that came from Kaze’s mouth, someone Draig looked down upon. If they were from someone with a similar status, he would still accept it. Yet Kaze was just a live-in useless piece of trash that all men despised! He was not even worthy to be a slave, let alone lecturing Draig in public! Draig felt insulted. “That’s enough, Kaze!” Right before Draig could lash out at Kaze, Cyan stepped up a
Yet Kaze simply sat down without having any knowledge of his status and position. More importantly, everyone else realized something was wrong. Cyan and the others stared at him coldly, silently wishing he would be self-aware enough to move away. Kaze, however, sat like a rock and ignored the gazes on him. He even picked up a piece of melon and started eating. Draig’s expression darkened. Wesley noticed the change of expression on Draig’s face and he, too, was agitated. Even he dared not have ill thoughts about Snow, a woman with exquisite beauty, yet Kaze, a live-in husband, showed no boundaries. “Slam!” Wesley slammed the table and bolted up. He pointed at Kaze and bellowed coldly, “Kaze Lee, Draig allowed you to stay but can’t you read the room? “This isn’t a place for you! You are just a bodyguard! Don’t you know Draig is into Snow? They are the main highlights for tonight! A piece of useless pie like you should get the hell away! Get it?!” The influencers who wer