Chapter 220: Surrounded!

Book:Fallen Heir Rising Published:2024-6-5

The sudden appearance of the intruders took Chelsea and her group by surprise. However, she quickly regained her composure. The experts she had brought were skilled martial artists; how could ordinary people withstand them? These people had come to court death and were just ants to be crushed.
Her tone remained calm as she said, “Since they seek death, let’s take them out first.”
“Kill-”
A flash of ferocity crossed Chelsea’s face. She was never one to show mercy; over the years, she had secretly taken out countless obstacles in her path. Tonight, these people would face the same fate.
The three martial arts experts nodded slightly, and with daggers in hand, they rushed towards the black-clad intruders. Having been Yellow Realm Warriors for seven or eight years, taking on ten opponents was a minor challenge for them.
Although these black-clad intruders were stronger than ordinary people, taking them down wouldn’t take long. One martial artist swiftly aimed his dagger at a black-clad man’s neck-a killing blow! However, the opponent merely blocked the attack, and when the martial artist’s arm was lifted, he felt excruciating pain as though he had struck steel.
“These ants dare to be arrogant?”
A mocking laugh entered his ears. The next moment, a powerful force struck his chest. A fist pierced through his ribs, shattering his internal organs. He flew backward, twitched a few times on the ground, and vomited blood before dying.
One move!
“What?”
Chelsea was horrified! This was one of the Duncan family’s best fighters, and he couldn’t even survive one move from the opponent? How was that possible!
She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing! But when the other two martial artists were easily eliminated, Chelsea turned pale and broke out in cold sweat.
What was happening?
“Is this all it takes to dare stir trouble at Holland Mansion? Who gave you this courage?”
The leader of the black-clad group spat out cold ridicule.
“Who are you people?” Chelsea asked coldly.
“You are unworthy of knowing.”
Chelsea was taken aback. She was unworthy? It was the first time she had heard such arrogant words. The young man who had been standing behind her suddenly blinked and said in a low voice, “Madam, these people are indeed formidable.”
“But don’t worry. With my Black Realm strength, I can protect you and break out of this encirclement. Madam, please prioritize your safety.”
Chelsea’s face alternated between green and white. Though she was unwilling, she gritted her teeth and nodded. Her status was too important to risk.
“Let’s go-”
Arturo Mathis shielded Chelsea and led her back.
“Madam, please take me with you-” A tearful voice cried out.
Chelsea glanced at the bald, middle-aged man, who was so scared he wet himself, causing her to grit her teeth in anger. “Worthless fool, hurry and follow.”
The bald, middle-aged man trembled and followed them, reeking of urine. He had never faced a situation like this before and was terrified out of his wits. Had he known, he would never get involved in this trouble.
He deeply regretted his decision.
The black-clad intruders watched them retreating, eyes filled with amusement, but they did not pursue.
Arturo smugly told Chelsea, “Madam, it seems these people know their limits. They realize they are no match for me.”
“They don’t dare approach.”
They retreated to the entrance of the Holland Mansion, preparing to turn and leave in a car.
The ground trembled slightly.
A series of rapid, heavy footsteps reached their ears. In the darkness, a cold glint shimmered, approaching ever closer…
“What is that?”
The bald, middle-aged man screamed.
Chelsea and the young man raised their eyes and gasped in shock.
A group of fully armed, black-clad soldiers with assault rifles closed in quickly, surrounding the entrance of the Holland Mansion!
In the next moment! Countless black gun barrels aimed directly at them, the red aiming lasers landing on their bodies…