“Kill!”
Cesar suddenly abandoned his last line of defense and charged towards Samson. For Cesar, there was no backup and no retreat, and the inevitable result was a dead end.
Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well die gloriously. And if he could take Samson down with him, it would be even more perfect.
Seeing Cesar charging towards the enemy, Harry and the others also brandished their weapons and joined the fight. “Kill!”
The seven of them swung their weapons with all their might, knocking down six enemies one after another and forcing dozens of others back several meters.
But their heads were growing heavy and dizzy, and they watched in a daze as their enemies blocked their way. Each of them felt a sense of suffocation.
After a brief delay, dozens of burly men roared and surrounded them. “Kill them!”
Cesar stood in front of Harry and the others, fiercely attacking and causing seven or eight men to fall at his feet.
More than fifty formidable enemies were once again pushed back by his powerful presence, realizing that this guy was indeed tenacious.
But soon they swarmed back, six or seven machetes falling simultaneously!
“Die!”
Cesar roared and swept his blade. The sound of clanging filled the air as all six or seven machetes were severed by him, their blades flying into the dense crowd.
Several screams rang out simultaneously.
Three burly men who had rushed towards Cesar were stunned to find their machetes flying away and their hands split open.
Whoosh!
Cesar swept his hand backwards, causing blood to spurt from the throats of the three men as they fell to the ground, lifeless.
Stepping on a body with his foot, Cesar leaped into the air, his blade thundering down.
Two approaching enemies were sent flying with broken tendons and fractured bones. Blood sprayed into the air, leaving no chance for survival.
Dozens of enemies behind them were charging forward under the command of Samson. But when Samson saw two more companions being thrown into the air with blood spurting out, a hint of seriousness appeared in their eyes.
He didn’t expect Cesar to be so domineering.
At that moment, two more men pounced on Cesar, one with a stick and one with a knife, but before they could reach him, their weapons broke and they fell to the ground.
Blood gushed from their throats as they covered them with their hands.
Cesar glanced at the swarm of enemies. His killing intent surged as he declared, “If I survive today, I will lead my brothers to cleanse the Swain family with blood!”
“Kill him!”
Samson completely ignored Cesar’s threat. He called in more than ten people from outside. With both hands pressed forward forcefully, he shouted in a domineering manner, “Take him down!”
Dozens of burly men pressed forward like a tidal wave towards Cesar and his companions. Faced with such a large number of enemies, Cesar smirked coldly.
With a wave of his right hand, he shot out a blood-stained blade. It pierced through one person’s throat like a cannonball, causing blood to spurt out as they fell to the ground in agony.
Then, Cesar grabbed another sharp blade and spun it half a circle in his hand before leaping high into the air. He resembled a cheetah pouncing on its prey as his figure streaked across the sky.
His speed was fast, but his blade was even faster!
As the attacking enemies marveled at Cesar’s ferocity, blood-soaked Cesar had already reached them. His blade flashed from left to right.
Wherever it passed, splatters of blood flew out. Three enemies clutched their throats and fell to the ground with an incredulous look in their eyes.
Blood splattered on the ground, vivid and dazzling.
Even after successfully attacking, Cesar didn’t stop there. He roared and charged towards Samson.
Whoosh!
Several red-clothed men rushed towards him and swung their weapons with great force.
Cesar’s face darkened as he firmly blocked the three incoming strikes. Then he shouted loudly and swiftly reversed his blade towards them.
The blade aimed directly at one enemy’s face. The man saw how fast Cesar’s blade was and didn’t dare to be careless. He quickly raised his weapon to block it.
A crisp sound echoed as the enemy’s blade broke under the impact.
The man realized it was not good and tried to retreat, but Cesar didn’t give him a chance. With a swipe of his blade across the man’s face, a gash appeared, causing him to let out a miserable cry as he covered his face and retreated. Blood flowed through his fingers in a steady stream.
The other two enemies roared in anger.
One swung his knife at Cesar’s head while the other thrust his knife at Cesar’s chest. In an instant, Cesar’s eyes turned cold as he shook his right hand violently.
A chilling light flashed, so fast that it left people speechless, yet both men’s blades couldn’t move any further.
After pausing for a moment, sizzling sounds rang out as both enemies’ necks were slit open simultaneously. Blood sprayed out like red mist.
Thud!
Thud!
As two enemies fell one after another, Cesar wiped off the blood from his face and tried hard to keep his mind clear despite the pain.
Exhausted looks adorned their faces, but their eyes remained sharp without any reduction. The blades in their hands remained sharp as ever.
Swoosh!
As Cesar took down three more men and charged toward Samson, the three burly guys beside Samson suddenly raised their hands, crossbows at the ready.
Exhausted, Cesar was like a conspicuous target, and three-hundred-pound bolts shot forth, the steel tips piercing his body with deadly accuracy.
One bolt struck his left arm, another embedded itself in his thigh, and the last one skewered his shoulder, the tip protruding from his back.
Blood gushed from his wounds.
With a thud, Cesar’s injured leg gave way, and he dropped to one knee on the crimson-stained ground, agony etched across his face.
Harry and the others rushed over, gripping their trembling knives, guarding Cesar. “Mr. Sneyd, are you okay?”
After battling fiercely, three more of their own had fallen, leaving only Harry and a few others. This fight was destined to send shockwaves through the underworld of Whiteville, stirring a massive upheaval.
In the past decade, such casualties had never been seen in Whiteville’s gang wars, over eighty injured or dead just to barely pin down this man named Cesar.
His name would become a legend in the criminal lore of Whiteville.
However, the dozens of tough guys surrounding Cesar knew that he was running on fumes. He wouldn’t withstand another wave of assault.
Their predictions were spot on. Though Cesar’s eyes were sharp and cold, his knife hand trembled uncontrollably, showing clear signs of exhaustion, let alone getting back on his feet.
Cesar and his companions were already exhausted beyond measure, half-kneeling on the ground, new wounds bleeding while old wounds reopened. They looked miserable.
The four of them seemed no different from lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
This battle seemed to have no suspense left.
Samson used an aluminum spoon to hit an ice cream bucket hard while wearing a sinister smile. “I thought you could kill another hundred and eighty people. But it turns out you’re just all talk. You couldn’t even reach me from three meters away. How can we have a fair fight? Let me ask you again.”
“Where is that lad?”
He spat out some water. “If you don’t tell me now, you’ll never get another chance.”
That night, Darnell, Bailee, and Cesar had all run away quickly and erased all traces from the bar’s surveillance cameras so that Steve couldn’t track them down. They managed to find Cesar because Cierra remembered his two gold teeth and because Cesar had been asking about Steve’s whereabouts, which led them straight to him.
So Steve asked the Crow for help in capturing Cesar and the others.
The Crow was extremely ruthless but also sought wealth among danger. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare get involved with the Swain family. However, this notorious gang dared to do so, which was why they had Samson bring over a hundred people for an ambush.
Now Darnell was nowhere to be found, but Cesar had knocked down over thirty people. Samson was somewhat angry. He looked at Cesar with murderous intent.
“If you don’t tell me where he is, I’ll cut off your fingers and toes one by one before flaying your brothers alive.”
He put some ice cream into his mouth before continuing, “You’ll wish you were dead.”
Cesar didn’t say anything. He just endured the pain while taking out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up before exhaling slowly. “Then I should take one last puff before dying.”
He knew that based on the current situation, he wouldn’t survive another three minutes.
“You’re about to die, yet you’re still defiant,” Samson sneered lightly before raising his spoon. “Finish him off.”
Dozens of burly men rushed forward like wolves towards them.
Just then, a police siren sounded from afar before getting closer. Soon after, a string of headlights illuminated everything around them.
As Samson and the others turned around, a police car zoomed in from a distance, rapidly approaching the perimeter of Genesis House.
The car barreled forward like it had no brakes, crashing into several black-clad guards who were caught off guard and sent flying.
The front of the car was splattered with blood.
Samson and his crew exchanged furious glances, astonished at the sudden appearance of the police. They had thought they had everything under control.
In the midst of their thoughts, the police car roared as it smashed through a slightly ajar iron gate, heading straight for Samson and his group.
Samson’s expression shifted instantly. He quickly sidestepped, rolling away with his ice cream bucket just in time to dodge the car’s wild charge.
However, a few of the men in black weren’t as fortunate. With a loud crash, three of them were violently struck by the police car.
They were flung onto the car’s hood and windshield, before rolling off to either side.
The police car continued its reckless advance, crashing through the tightly secured warehouse door until it finally came to a halt. The iron door clattered down, creating a gaping hole.
Just beyond the hole lay the Whiteville River, and the fresh breeze from the water swept in, refreshing the stagnant air.
“Ah!”
One of the injured men fell off the hood, landing on the left side, bloodied and unconscious.
The police car then backed up several meters, positioning itself beside Cesar and his group, effectively blocking the enemies on the side.
The door swung open, and a police officer in uniform, wearing a mask, jumped out. He pointed at the dozens of black-clad thugs with authority, declaring,
“You are all under arrest!”