Cheetah’s gaze swept past Georgia. He truly lacked the courage to question Damian, so he chose to ask Georgia, though her mouth was sealed shut.
Georgia could only blink her large, tear-filled eyes, but was unable to utter a single word.
“If he really doesn’t have the guts to show up, it just proves he doesn’t love you enough! If I had a wife as beautiful as you, I would risk everything to save her. But sadly, it seems your husband is nothing but a coward!” Cheetah sneered, his words dripping with mockery.
Georgia was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She yearned for Kayden to come but also dreaded the thought of his arrival.
If he didn’t show up, at least he would not suffer the torment or even lose his life. But in that case, it’s hard to say if he really cared about her. Did he truly love her? Could he still be called her husband?
Yet if he did come, it would surely be a reckless gamble with his life!
Thus, Georgia was now agonized by her inner turmoil.
Damian snapped open his eyes suddenly. “He’s here!” he said.
Those two simple words caught Cheetah and Kent off guard. They both instinctively turned toward the door but didn’t see anyone there.
“Who’s here? Where he is?” Cheetah asked urgently.
Before Damian could respond, a thunderous crash echoed through the room as the iron door slammed to the ground. Dust was blown about by the air, shrouding their vision. It wasn’t until the dust settled that they finally saw clearly the man standing at the entrance.
It was a lean man dressed in plain attire.
He looked to be around twenty-five or so, dressed in clothes that seemed to cost no more than two hundred dollars. From his attire, he appeared to be a simple and ordinary man.
Yet his gaze told them that he could be anything but ordinary. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, and the feelings he brought them were complex-cold, chilling, steely, and imbued with an air of superiority. He stood there like a sovereign surveying his dominion. He’s exuding an aura of unmatched authority!
A shaft of light happened to cascade from behind him, shining on him and coating him in a dazzling glow.
This scene, and his overwhelming presence, left everyone utterly astounded.
Kayden paid no mind to their reactions. His gaze had been on Georgia from the moment he stepped in. Bound tightly, she was like a stranded fish, completely at the mercy of others.
At the sight of her slightly tattered clothes, Kayden instantly realized that she had suffered through some distressing ordeals.
Behind Georgia dangled a man’s corpse. It was Britton Foster, his Right Envoy!
Britton was already lifeless, with his throat slit open, and his saber still lodged into his throat. Before leaving Hiphia, Kayden had sent Britton to protect Georgia. He never expected that Britton would meet his death in such a tragic manner.
Britton was a fearless warrior on the battlefield. He had vanquished countless foes and was known for his unmatched valor! He had never flinched, even when faced with a multitude of enemies.
Yet here he lay, dead in this wretched place, killed by his own saber. This was the ultimate insult to such a hero.
From Britton’s wide-open eyes, it was clear he died with a great grievance! He must have endured much humiliation before he died.
How could Kayden remain composed at the sight of this scene?
He was furious-furious to the extreme! Someone had kidnapped his wife and murdered his Right Envoy! They must pay the blood price, all of them! A bone-chilling aura exuded from him, like the icy breath of Death from the depths of hell.
Georgia let out a few low moans as she suddenly started struggling. Tears shimmered in her eyes.
She was desperately trying to warn Kayden to leave. Enemies lurked everywhere here, and his arrival here was nothing short of a suicide. But with her mouth taped shut, all she could manage were muffled moans.
She was burning with anxiety, but she was utterly helpless!
Perhaps dying together was their fate!
“So, you are her husband?” Damian asked as he rose to his feet. His piercing gaze kept locking onto Kayden.
Kayden remained silent, staring back at Damian with indifferent eyes. He knew without a doubt that the caller was this very man standing before him. Among everyone present, only Damian had the capability to kill Britton.
Damian locked eyes with Kayden for a brief moment and then shifted his gaze. He did this not out of fear but out of annoyance caused by Georgia’s incessant whimpers in his ears.
He strode toward Georgia and curled his lips in disgust, “You’re too loud!”
Before she could react, he raised his hand and gave a sharp slap across her face.
The slap sent Georgia tumbling into unconsciousness.
Damian was deliberately trying to provoke Kayden. He longed to see Kayden writhing in helplessness, all fury but no way to channel it.
Damian was greatly convinced that this frail young man was no match for him. The fact that he just took down an opponent enhanced his confidence. He didn’t see Kayden as a threat at all.
This scene did ignite Kayden’s rage and murderous intent. He had vowed to protect Georgia, and now someone was daring to humiliate her in front of him! This was a direct attack on his limits and a blatant insult to his authority.
He hissed through gritted jaws, “You’re asking for death.”
He strode toward them, anger and bloodlust coiling around him like a serpent.
As soon as he stepped into the room, a group of armed men jumped out from nowhere. They encircled Kayden, making him appear exceptionally vulnerable and helpless amidst the throng.
Yet, he didn’t waver or halt for a moment. He kept marching forward with resolve and determination to kill the one who dared to provoke him.
“Take him down! Kill him!” Cheetah barked. His voice carried a strong sense of authority and confidence.
At his command, the crowd lunged at Kayden like a pack of wolves.
Kent flashed a grin, “Cheetah, he is meant to die today!”
“I know. It’s plain to see. Let’s just take a seat and enjoy the show.” Cheetah crossed his arms triumphantly as he watched the fight unfold.
The first man swung his knife toward Kayden, but before the blade could even strike, the man’s hand flew off, severed at the wrist.
A scream pierced the air. Crimson blood gushed from the stump. In a twinkle, a new gash appeared on the man’s throat. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his bleeding neck as life faded from his eyes.
Swish! Swish! Swish! With every sweep of Kayden’s arm, bodies piled up on the ground like fallen leaves.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Another round of his attack started, and countless bodies were added to the pile.
No one escaped his strikes. Each attack was lethal, leaving no chance of survival.
Amidst the siege of over two thousand men, Kayden cut through them like a scythe through wheat. Every move brought another body to the ground, and no one could even catch a glimpse of how he did it, or where his blade came from.
He remained expressionless, like a grim reaper from the underworld, waiting to take all their lives.
Cheetah and his men felt a chill run down their spines. The scene before them was far beyond their comprehension and imagination. The most terrifying thing was that their companions stood frozen like statues, letting Kayden reap their lives without mercy.