“If you want to search elsewhere, I don’t care. But if you dare make a move on my Kisia’s land, regardless of Shadow Kill’s intentions, I will slay you.”
“Jeff Reczek.”
“Here.”
“Follow the trail from this corpse. If Shadow Kill wants to do something in my Kisia, they’ll have to see if I, Robin Bailey, agree.”
A murderous intent flashed in Robin Bailey’s eyes.
“Yes.”
Jeff Reczek accepted the task.
Soon, Mr. Osborne came out with blood on his face and reported, “War God, the Harding family’s 780 people have been completely exterminated, no survivors.”
“Good.”
Robin Bailey responded.
He didn’t feel guilty at all. That’s how the world worked. If he didn’t kill every member of the Harding family, they would return one day and bring disaster to Kisia. Robin Bailey didn’t believe that what he was doing was necessarily right. It was just a matter of right and wrong.
Robin Bailey only wanted to do what he desired in his heart. He never feared being called a butcher or a god of death. He didn’t care about being despised by thousands of people. He had determined what he wanted to do and would carry the burden forward without fear.
That was his belief.
Moreover, in an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.
“General.”
At this moment, a Wolf Guard brought Robin Bailey a piece of clothing-a military uniform, dark green in color.
“It’s been a long time since I wore this uniform.”
Robin Bailey touched the uniform, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes. He changed into it, and instantly, a man with a sharply defined face and a dominating presence emerged.
“Greetings, War God!”
Seventy thousand troops knelt half in front of Robin Bailey, roaring in unison.
For them, the War God was their faith.
He was invincible!
“General, we have discovered a force on the outskirts. They’ve spotted us and are trying to escape.”
A Wolf Guard appeared beside Robin Bailey, reporting.
“A force? Elijah Wilson, this little bug, has quite the audacity. Trying to snatch chestnuts from the fire. But he’s mistaken. This fire of mine is not an ordinary fire; it’s a raging inferno. I command you to pursue!”
Robin Bailey sneered.
He really had no small amount of courage.
He wanted to play mantis catching cicadas, unaware of the oriole behind.
“Yes.”
The army received the order and began the pursuit.
Meanwhile, on a highway, a dozen cars were speeding towards them as if fleeing for their lives. In the front car, Elijah Wilson sat in the passenger seat, completely bewildered.
“I… I… What was I even trying to catch?”
Fear filled Elijah Wilson’s eyes.
He had lost the arrogance he had as the prince of the Wilson family.
Because no one knew what he had seen.
His plan seemed perfect. Patrick Bailey must have gone to deal with the Harding family. He was present at the Heavenly Tower gathering and noticed something, which led to his plan today. He brought all his trump cards and intended to play mantis catching cicadas, unaware of the oriole behind!
But no one had told him that the oriole was so formidable.
When he arrived, he was completely stunned. He had come with his people in high spirits, but when he saw the opposite side, it was like an ocean of people, with planes and tanks, a terrifying army that made his scalp tingle. Immediately, he ordered them to run.
What were they even trying to catch?
This situation was beyond his control.
Moreover, not many people could mobilize such a large number of troops.
“Patrick Bailey, Robin Bailey, can’t be!” murmured Elijah Wilson. He felt a sense of panic, considering the worst possible outcome.
No way.
This can’t be happening.
Did he really provoke that person? If he had indeed provoked that person, the Wilson family wouldn’t be able to protect him.
“Speed up, we need to escape,” Elijah Wilson said to the driver beside him.
The driver forced a smile. “Young master, we’re already going at the fastest speed. They won’t catch up, right?”
“If they haven’t spotted us, they won’t catch up. But if they do, don’t forget, they have modernized troops, planes, and even fighter jets!”
As Elijah Wilson finished speaking, the sound of propellers filled the air.
“No way,” Elijah Wilson bitterly smiled and looked up at the fighter jets hovering above them, less than thirty meters high. And it wasn’t just one, there were several, blocking out the sky.
“Young master, let’s take down those planes,” an elderly man suggested.
He was a martial artist sent by the Wilson family to protect Elijah Wilson. In this era, if a person had sufficient individual combat strength, they could bring down planes, just like Wan Yanlie.
Or like this old man.
That’s why they hadn’t considered using planes for transportation.
However, at this moment, a person jumped down from the leading fighter jet, descending from a height of over thirty meters. They heard a loud thud as he landed on the ground, creating a circle of cracks.
“Stop!” Jeff Reczek shouted, his imposing aura alone forcefully bringing the line of vehicles to a halt.
“Young master, the opponent is tough,” the old man said with a grim expression. He realized that he was no match for this person.
However, Elijah Wilson bitterly smiled and said, “Tough opponent? The real tough opponent is behind us, the kind of tough opponent that can render the entire Wilson family helpless. Get out of the car; we surrender. We can’t win.”
With a loud crash, Elijah Wilson stepped out of the car.
And at this moment, one person after another descended from the plane. Among them was a man dressed in dark green military uniform, wearing a pair of black combat boots and a black cloak with faint golden dragon patterns. He had sharp eyebrows, an imposing gaze, and a demeanor befitting a general of a nation.
No.
He was indeed a general of a nation.
“Be more gentle next time. You cracked the ground. Use your salary to fix it,” Robin Bailey patted Jeff Reczek’s shoulder. When Jeff Reczek jumped down, he created cracks in the road.
“Yes,” Jeff Reczek rubbed his head and chuckled foolishly.
Salary, well, he had plenty of it. He didn’t even know the exact amount. Money wasn’t important to him; as long as he had a plane to fly, it was enough.
Then, Robin Bailey finally looked at Elijah Wilson, who should have embodied the aura of a prince from the Wilson family. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes. “Elijah Wilson, you’ve got quite the courage.”
Damn.
That was true.
It was toothache-inducing.
Elijah Wilson was in a bad state. He was the prince of the Wilson family, and as long as he didn’t make any major mistakes in the future, he would undoubtedly rise to a high position. But no matter how high he rose, even if he took the position of the head of the Wilson family, he couldn’t compare to the person in front of him.
There was a huge gap.
Haven’t you seen the Harding family, who were of similar age or even stronger? They were just annihilated.
“the Wilson family’s Elijah Wilson, I’ve met Kisia, the First God of War,” Elijah Wilson stepped forward and half-knelt, showing his submission.
As the prince of the Wilson family, he was truly nothing in front of Robin Bailey. He must have been out of his mind to consider challenging Kisia, the First God of War!