The wind was fierce and the night dark, with a bone-chilling cold that made one shiver.
Under the dim yellow streetlights, two figures slowly approached the Holland family estate.
“Mr. Haney, this is the Holland family,” Ivan whispered.
“What grandeur, truly a former noble family,” Micah remarked, impressed by the estate’s imposing architecture.
“They’re nothing but fallen dogs now. No need to be impressed.”
“Shall we proceed now, sir?”
Ivan sneered, already imagining Quentin begging for mercy. With a Ground Realm expert in tow, Quentin was as good as dead. Ivan smiled sinisterly.
“I’ll take you over the wall. Make no noise to alert them.”
With that, Micah effortlessly pulled Ivan over the wall into the Holland family grounds. Ivan was terrified but managed to stifle his scream.
“Impressive skills, sir!” Ivan praised. Micah smirked proudly and let out a cold laugh.
“Who goes there, trespassing into the Holland family at night?”
Suddenly, several figures appeared, surrounding Ivan and Micah. Three men in black stood ready.
“Didn’t expect the Holland family to still have protectors. We’re here to take your master’s life tonight.”
Micah sneered, exuding killing intent, ready to unleash violence.
“Arrogant! How dare you speak such nonsense!” The three men in black were furious and charged at Micah.
“Just a few Black Realm juniors trying to stop me.”
Micah scoffed and engaged them. Despite being outnumbered, he dominated the fight.
In just three breaths, Micah had repelled all three men.
“Ground Realm expert?!” The three men in black were shocked, blood trickling from their mouths.
“A bunch of trash. With such little skill, you dare seek death?”
“If you want to die, I’ll personally send you on your way!”
Micah advanced quickly, ready to finish them off. Just then, a figure flew in from above.
A lightning-fast kick caught Micah off guard, sending him flying into a tree several yards away.
“So strong? Another expert? Completely overpowering me!?”
Micah clutched his chest, several ribs broken, fear gripping his heart.
“Mr. Holland!” The men in black bowed respectfully to the newcomer.
“Quentin?” Ivan and Micah were stunned. Was Quentin really this powerful?
“Ivan, it’s been years. Seems you’ve grown bold, bringing someone to kill me in my own home.”
“Looks like I didn’t beat you enough back in school.”
Quentin’s cold smile made Ivan’s hair stand on end, trembling with fear.
Quentin walked slowly towards Micah, his gaze icy. Micah felt like he was staring into the abyss of death and tried to flee in terror.
“Heaven has a path you won’t take; hell has no gate but you charge in. Trying to run? Die.”
In an instant, Quentin appeared behind Micah, gripping his throat and lifting him off the ground.
They were not on the same level at all.
“Please, don’t kill me…” Micah pleaded, struggling desperately as he clutched Quentin’s wrist.
“Ground Realm?”
“Don’t you know that Ground Realm experts are less than ants to me?”
Without a hint of mercy, Quentin twisted his hand slightly, snapping Micah’s neck. Blood spurted from Micah’s body as he died instantly.
Micah died with blood at his mouth and eyes wide open in regret for ever crossing Quentin for the Bradshaw family’s money.
Seeing Quentin’s ruthless methods, Ivan was terrified out of his wits, wetting himself in fear.
Quentin tossed Micah’s body aside and walked towards Ivan, lighting a cigarette calmly.
“Quentin, don’t come any closer! For old times’ sake, don’t kill me!”
Ivan’s legs gave out as he sat on the ground, crying and begging.
“We’re old classmates and friends. How could I bear to kill you? Right, Ivan?”
Quentin smiled coldly.
“Yes, yes! Quentin, I won’t dare again. I’ll leave the Holland family and go back to the Bradshaw family immediately.”
Feeling a glimmer of hope, Ivan thought he might survive this ordeal.
“No need to be so polite. Since you’re here, you should leave something behind.”
“I’ll have someone drive you back later.”
Quentin’s smile revealed perfect teeth, making Ivan shiver with fear.
“Alright, Quentin. Whatever you want-money? Women?”
“As long as you don’t kill me, the Bradshaw family will give you anything!”
Ivan’s pitiful state made Quentin feel disgusted.
“I don’t want anything except to break your legs. Spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair.”
“And tell your old man not to rush to kill me. I’ll come for him myself soon.”
Quentin signaled to the three men in black and turned away.
“What?! You want to break my legs? No! No!”
“Quentin, if you break my legs, my father won’t spare you!”
Ivan was frantic with fear and lost all reason.
“Annoying!” One of the men in black slapped Ivan unconscious and dragged him and Micah’s body outside.
“Ah!”
Soon after, painful screams echoed outside as Ivan’s legs were broken by the men in black.
“Brother, what happened?” The noise had woken Sylvia from her sleep.
“Nothing much. Just some dogs barking too loudly. I chased them away.”
“Go back to sleep.” Quentin smiled reassuringly.
“Okay.”
They each returned to their rooms. Quentin’s expression turned icy cold again as he exuded a terrifying aura of killing intent.