“Move Move Move!”
As the large door was kicked open, the people inside the club showed a momentary astonishment, then immediately sounded the alarm and grabbed their weapons.
Hundreds of figures, all wielding knives and sticks, exuded a strong sense of killing intent.
“Damn, who’s bold enough to dare trespass on our turf?”
“Who doesn’t know that this is our boss’s stronghold? Let’s kill them all!”
The ruffians shouted one after another.
Over the years, Nehemiah had gathered countless desperados under his command, many of whom had killed. It was these people who had helped Nehemiah rise to prominence in Stresall and become one of the underground overlords.
Quentin strode into the club, taking in the vast space that could accommodate thousands of people. This was why Nehemiah had chosen it as his headquarters. However, the people before him were nothing more than small fries in his eyes. With his strength, he could easily wipe them all out.
“Clang! Clang!”
One after another, figures clad in black surged in like a tide.
Each of them held a long knife, their eyes sharp and their steps disciplined. They were the elites of the war department.
Feeling the opponents’ killing intent, the desperados also began to look increasingly solemn.
A middle-aged man with a dragon tattoo asked in a deep voice, “Who are you? How dare you cause trouble on our boss’s turf? Aren’t you afraid of death?”
“The killer of you all,” Quentin said coldly, waving his hand, “Kill.”
The sound of battle cries erupted as both sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle. However, no matter how vicious these ruffians were, they were no match for the well-trained elites of the war department. It was a completely one-sided situation.
The elite members of the war department advanced over the bodies, killing ruthlessly all the way. Continuous screams and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.
“Boss!”
“Boss!”
“Something’s wrong-”
“Somebody has intruded into our headquarters!”
Nehemiah was sitting in his office chair smoking a cigar, feeling both annoyed and angry. Suddenly, a figure rushed in, panic-stricken, and reported, “What are you panicking for? My first line of defense consists of four to five hundred tough guys, and no one can break through them!”
He looked full of disdain.
In the next moment, another figure, covered in blood, rushed in and knelt down with a crash.
The person trembled and said, “Boss, nearly five hundred fellows from the first line of defense were all wiped out! Those people have already made it to the second floor…”
Nehemiah’s face turned stiff.
“Damn it, what are you afraid of! My second line of defense is even stronger than the first! I have over a hundred warriors, all of them capable of taking on ten opponents by themselves… They will not die!!”
He sounded furious.
Nearly five hundred people… Losing this batch of men would severely damage his strength.
In less than a minute, another figure rushed in, trembling all over, “Boss, the second line of defense has been breached, they have made it to the third floor…”
Nehemiah trembled all over, and the cigar in his hand fell to the ground.
“Quick! Quick! Quick!”
“Find a rope, I want to escape…”
A strong sense of fear immediately swept over his whole body.
“Escape?”
“Where can you escape to?”
A playful voice came from outside, and the sound of footsteps approached. A stern man stepped in from the door.
“Who are you…”
Nehemiah drew in a cold breath.
“Quentin, the person you just spoke with, also the one who killed your brother.”
Nehemiah’s mind exploded.
“How could you possibly intrude here? It’s impossible, absolutely impossible!”
He screamed incredulously.
“Just a piece a cake,” Quentin said lightly, “I’ve come to take your life as we agreed.”
Quentin slowly drew the sword from his waist, overflowing with a murderous aura…