John was dead. The broken blade Kayden had thrown pierced through his heart, ending his life instantly. He didn’t even give John a chance to respond before mercilessly killing him.
Robert Peters and his son stared at Kayden in shock, a wave of despair washing over them. Robert’s pupils dilated and contracted repeatedly, his mind racing. After a moment, he finally made a decision and stammered, “I’ll let them go. Just don’t kill me or my son, okay?”
Kayden shook his head and replied coldly, “You don’t have the right to bargain. Honestly, you should’ve died a long time ago. I already warned your son last time-told him to sit tight at home and wait for me. But no, I almost forgot about you, and here you are, sticking your neck out, practically begging to die. Do you really think I’d let you live?”
Hearing this, Robert’s heart leapt into his throat. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he quickly pressed his knife against Vivian’s throat. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, “Let me and my son go, or I’ll kill her!”
“Daddy!” Vivian’s tears spilled over as she tried to hold back her sobs. Her large, tear-filled eyes locked onto Kayden, filled with fear.
She was just a carefree little girl. Why did she have to endure such terror?
“You’re asking for it!” Kayden roared. With a quick movement, something shot out of his hand like a bullet, striking Robert Peters’ wrist.
“Agh!” Robert screamed in pain as the knife fell to the floor. Clutching his injured hand, he curled up on the ground and howled, “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”
Kayden walked toward him step by step, stopping in front of Robert. He sneered, “You have no room to negotiate with me. Killing you is as easy as squashing an ant.”
With that, he kicked Robert to the ground with a single blow. Robert was no match for Kayden-there was no contest.
Robert Peters was the type of ruthless businessman who used underhanded methods to get what he wanted. But Kayden? Kayden was a man forged in the fires of war, someone who had survived countless life-and-death battles. In his eyes, Robert’s tricks were nothing but child’s play.
Kayden scooped Vivian into his arms. Looking at her swollen, bruised face, a wave of unprecedented sorrow gripped him. As soon as Vivian was in his embrace, she finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Daddy, Daddy, I was so scared! He said he was going to kill me with a knife. I was so scared I’d never see you again.” She clung tightly to Kayden, crying her heart out.
She was just a child. How could Robert Peters say such things? How could he do such things? A man like that-he was worse than an animal.
Kayden’s eyes locked onto Robert Peters, cold and unyielding. He said nothing as he walked over to Ivy Taylor and untied the ropes binding her.
Once freed, Ivy suddenly threw her arms around Kayden. Through gritted teeth, she said, “Thank you, Kayden. Thank you.”
This was someone who had no connection to her-no reason to risk his life for her. If there was any connection, it was that he had saved her once before on the road to Vernon and shared a meal with her there.
For him to show up in such a dangerous moment, to storm the lion’s den and rescue them-how could Ivy not feel moved?
Kayden gently patted her on the back, comforting her. “It’s over now. Everything’s fine.”
“Take Vivian outside and wait for me. I’ll be right out,” Kayden instructed, his voice calm.
Ivy hesitated, wanting to say something, but in the end, she didn’t. She picked up Vivian and left. She wasn’t worried about Kayden getting into trouble-because she knew he was unlike any other man.
After all, for someone like him, even killing seemed to be above the law.
Once Ivy and Vivian were gone, only Kayden, Robert Peters, and Bruce Peters remained in the room. The atmosphere grew even colder. Kayden’s piercing gaze fell on Robert.
Seeing those icy eyes, Robert couldn’t help but shiver. His teeth chattered as he stammered, “W-what are you going to do? What do you want?”
Kayden’s gaze was sharp as a blade, but his voice was calm and deliberate, almost casual. “I’ve already told you-I’ll make you wish for death but deny you even that.”
Under normal circumstances, Robert might have laughed at such a threat. But now, hearing those words, he couldn’t muster even a sliver of doubt. His fear skyrocketed.
Clutching his bleeding hand, Robert shook his head desperately. “No, no, no! You can’t do this to me! You can’t!”
The calmer Kayden’s expression became, the more terrified Robert felt. He gulped hard, his voice trembling as he said, “I’m Asher Voss’s man! If you dare touch me, Asher Voss won’t let you get away with it!”
A quick glance at the powerful fighters Robert had managed to gather made it clear that he was someone Asher Voss had propped up. Robert was ruthless and cunning, willing to go to any lengths to achieve his goals.
Hearing Robert invoke Asher Voss’s name, Kayden shook his head. “Asher Voss? He’s been hiding from me, too scared to face me directly. If he dares show up while I’m dealing with you, that would be perfect. I could kill him too.”
Robert froze in disbelief. Even Asher Voss wouldn’t help him?
Asher Voss was his god, his savior. If even his god couldn’t protect him, then what could?
The realization shattered Robert’s worldview and sent him spiraling into a pit of terror.
Kayden leaned closer, his voice cold and cutting. “He won’t come for you. I killed his disciple, and he didn’t dare show up. Do you think he’d risk his life for you? No. Your best option is to accept your fate and endure the suffering I have planned for you. After all, not everyone gets the privilege of experiencing this.”
Kayden crouched in front of Robert, gripping his jaw and tilting his face up. He studied him, then smiled faintly, almost kindly.
Robert’s blood turned to ice. Who was this man? How could anyone inspire such fear?
He killed Asher Voss’s disciple, and even Asher couldn’t do anything about it.
He’s insane. This man is completely insane.
Kayden picked up Robert’s injured hand, blood still dripping from the wound. Studying the torn flesh, Kayden asked softly, “Does it hurt?”