After a long while, Walter Wraith on the opposite side finally adjusted his glasses and slowly said, “Mr. X, is there really no room for reconciliation between us? My Wraith family can compensate you, and you can set the terms.”
“Reconciliation? Terms? Hmph, from the day you targeted my people, reconciliation has been impossible,” Robin sneered.
Indeed, from the day the three major factions targeted Elise, reconciliation had been impossible.
That was Robin’s bottom line.
No one could touch it!
As for terms, Elise and Leslie were Robin’s entire world, priceless treasures that no conditions could take their place.
“Is that so?”
A cold light flashed in Walter Wraith’s eyes.
“There should be still two more, let’s call them out together. I said it’s the three families of Stillwater I am dealing with, not just your Wraith family alone,” Robin said, his gaze sweeping across the room, overwhelming those present.
“Here I am.”
A voice came from another direction, followed by a woman in a long skirt looking somewhat haggard. Her originally charming and noble phoenix eyes were now tinged with bloodshot veins, which even makeup couldn’t conceal. She was visibly worn out.
It was Constance Brighton.
She had spent another sleepless night, haunted by nightmares of Isadora Brighton and her own death at the hands of Mr. X.
Behind her were the frightened members of the Brighton family. They wanted to run, but couldn’t. Since the previous night, those who had fled had mysteriously died. The rest didn’t dare to run anymore.
“Where’s the last one?” Robin asked again.
“Here I am.”
From another side came a voice full of vicissitudes. Amidst the crowd making way, a middle-aged man approached, looking like a frail old man who needed support to walk. His eyes were empty, and his hair had turned completely white.
It was Bradley Conwyn.
“Bradley Conwyn’s hair was all white overnight!”
Someone saw this scene and couldn’t believe it.
Many people knew Bradley Conwyn, the ruthless tiger of Stillwater. He was heartless and unscrupulous, an utter villain. Those who opposed him in business would find their entire family murdered the next day. He had always managed to evade the law.
However, he was indeed a remarkable figure. Starting from nothing, he established one of the top three families of Stillwater, the Conwyn family. For decades, no one had managed to defeat him. But now, his hair had turned white overnight.
He looked utterly defeated, like an old man. It proved not only his failure but also the collapse of his mental state. His heart had been crushed, leaving him without a shred of hope.
“How come have you all been like this?” Robin asked.
“In seven days, Walter Wraith is helpless, Constance Brighton’s eyes are bloodshot, and Bradley Conwyn’s hair turned white overnight. This Mr. X…”
The person didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone knew.
This Mr. X was suppressing everything.
The terror was immense.
Everyone looked at the man standing in the middle of the courtyard, wearing a black coat and a fanged mask, revealing the upper half of his face with a pair of sharp, straight eyebrows. Fear filled their eyes.
These seven days had been filled with endless terror, growing more intense with each passing moment, making it hard to breathe.
“Mr. X, do you really think you can suppress everything?” Walter Wraith asked, his hands behind his back.
“Isn’t that so?” Robin replied with a disdainful look.
“Arrogance.”
Walter Wraith spat out the word before calling out, “Master Giberson, it’s time for you to come in.”
“Haha, today, let me, Karl Giberson, deal with this mysterious Mr. X.”
With a loud laugh, a spirited elderly man in his sixties walked in. He had sharp, eagle-like eyes, showing no signs of aging.
Behind him were over a dozen strong middle-aged men, his disciples.
“Karl Giberson, it’s actually Master Giberson! My god, I never thought that Walter Wraith could invite him,” someone in the crowd said, their face full of shock.
“Who is Karl Giberson?” another person asked, puzzled.
But the next second, someone excitedly explained, “You don’t know Karl Giberson, Master Giberson? He’s a renowned martial arts master in the country, a legitimate master from a prestigious family. He has inherited dozens of martial arts styles, each reaching the level of a grandmaster. In the last martial arts exchange competition, he single-handedly defeated seventeen other martial arts masters.”
“Moreover, he created his own Giberson Fist, a powerful and swift martial art. He opened a martial arts school that has been highly sought after. I heard he has three thousand disciples, and with his achievement in martial arts, he is truly a grandmaster.”
“I never thought that our family head could invite such a person. This time, our lives will be saved.”
“Haha, Master Giberson is here, now we have nothing to fear. This clown Mr. X, this time, we must make sure he has nowhere to hide. He doesn’t even know where he is!” The people around began to discuss, some even looked at Master Giberson with admiration in their eyes. He was a true martial arts master.
“Walter, to deal with this clown, I alone am enough.” Karl Giberson walked up to Walter Wraith, patted his chest, and then looked at Robin with disdain. This Mr. X was nothing but a show-off.
“Master Giberson, this man is too arrogant. We must make him taste despair. Please be patient and take it slow.” Walter Wraith said calmly with his hand resting on his arm.
“Haha, alright.” Master Giberson laughed and stepped back behind Walter Wraith, sneering at Mr. X.
“Mr. X, this isn’t over, far from it.” Walter Wraith clapped his hands.
The sound of footsteps came, and dozens of middle-aged men walked in from outside. They had fierce expressions and wore brass knuckles on their hands; some were even covered in blood. The leader was a man with gold teeth.
“This… this… these are the ruthless Black Fist gang, famous for their illegal underground boxing. They are known for their brutality, and they show no mercy. Anyone who has fought them has died.” More people were shocked.
These people were even crazier than that Master Giberson, especially the leader, nicknamed “Gold Teeth,” who was an extremely bloodthirsty man. His fists had killed countless people. The Black Fist gang was also a financial group, organizing 80% of the underground matches within the country, recruiting many ferocious fighters. Just like those people following Gold Teeth, they were covered in blood, and it was clear they had killed many.
But there were more people coming.