The group of people who came were fierce and callous—they attacked anyone they met with exactly the working style of those from the underworld. Amidst the chaos, shrill screams could be heard, followed by the sound of bones cracking under the attack from an axe. The sound resembled how a cook prepared the raw meat to cook some soup; it was a terrifying and shocking sound indeed.
Jordan had never expected that he would suffer from such humiliation. Because of the poisonous mist, he coughed and choked. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he struggled to open his eyes. Since he could see nothing even after doing so, he fumbled around with his eyes closed. In the process, he accidentally touched a flying human thigh, a hand, and even half a skull that was slimy and warm. On top of that, he touched a puddle of unknown liquid.
After all, Jordan was already in his fifties, so this came as a great shock to him.
Finally, after the screams had subsided, the choking mist had cleared off slightly. However, the smell of blood slowly became stronger. After Jordan finally opened his eyes, he realized that the warehouse had become a slaughterhouse—body parts were strewn everywhere and some were still moving even after being chopped off due to the nerve reflexes.
It was hell on Earth.
Jordan was someone who had been through his fair share of traumatic experiences after all, so he did not faint immediately. However, he realized that none of his men were left, and a few people from the Winston family were closing in on him, blood splattered all over them.
The young man who was the leader had his hair dyed with vibrant colors. He took off his mask to reveal a delicate and exquisite face, looking like a cool woman and a girly man at the same time.
The person lit a cigarette and relaxed his tensed body that was covered with blood and some body parts that had landed on him. His white shirt was dyed red and the knife he was holding was still dripping blood.
Jordan wanted to stand up but he stepped on something and slipped, landing butt-first on the floor.
Jordan finally recognized this person.
“You are that freak from the Winston Family!”
I thought he’s dead!
He is unexpectedly resilient!
With a huge knife in one of his hands, Dana had a cigarette in the other. He huffed a mouthful of smoke arrogantly as he smiled. “Indeed. Not only am I still alive, I’ve been around your son, Moore, for a few months now. However, you didn’t even notice me.”
Jordan glared at him angrily.
I have so many sons until I barely recognize any of them. Why would I notice that my son’s bodyguard had changed to another person?
Jordan gritted his teeth. “I’m Lucy’s father. If you touch me—”
Thud!
Dana threw the knife in his hands into Jordan’s head. Immediately, blood splattered everywhere as Jordan fell into a puddle of blood.
Unconscious, he could not hear Dana’s proud words.
“It’s the tradition of the Winston Family to kill their father-in-laws!”
Unfortunately, Jordan was not dead yet. He merely fainted from the blow. Finally, Quinton came out from the corner—after all, he also cherished his life a lot. When the Winston Family appeared, he quickly found a place to hide himself.
Dana stepped on his cigarette to extinguish it as he murmured, “I’ll hand this old man to you now.”
Quinton shot him a mysterious smile.
Meanwhile, the Edwards Family meeting was over. ‘Jordan’ officially announced that he was going to retire and he signed the papers to transfer all the shares to his daughter, Lucy.
Even though she had become the winner in life, Lucy still did not look happy even after she received the legal documents stating that she now held all the shares. Suddenly, her phone beeped as it had received a message.
After seeing the short message, Lucy’s solemn expression finally cracked into a smile.
For the past 30 years, she had never smiled so relaxed and happily.
She suddenly grabbed the microphone and told those who were about to leave, “Please remain seated. I have one more important announcement to make!”
Everyone was confused upon hearing that.
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