Sorry Too Late (by J.J. Twelve) novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323 Cain’s Fury Descends

The news of Gabriel’s brutal death in Silverton eventually reached Cain. The moment he heard it, he could no longer remain calm. In fact, he lost control completely.

He had been blessed with a son late in life, and he had cherished this only child beyond measure.

Gabriel had never disappointed hini either. From a young age, he had shown exceptional talent, surpassing Can’s own achievements at the same age, with sharper instincts and stronger methods.

And yet, before Cain could ever see that potential fully realized, he was forced to watch his son die/first.

Cain was enraged.

“Argh!” He threw back his head and roared, no longer restraining himself.

In an instant, a crushing pressure filled the entire estate, like a mountain collapsing from the sky. It bore down so heavily on everyone present that they could barely breathe. Some even felt as though they were being suffocated

alive.

These were all powerful leaders from the other cities of Silverton State, yet now they had collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

“Who did it?” Cain’s body shook slightly, and a tear forced its way from the corner of his eye.

“We still haven’t found out… Mr. Gabriel’s death is too strange. The hundreds of men he brought to Silverton, including the Four Martial Servants, were all killed. Not a single survivor was left. It was ruthless…”

Those words only fueled Cain’s anger further. “It’s been this long, and you still haven’t figured out who killed my son?”

His voice crashed down like thunder, shaking everyone to their core.

One of the family heads finally summoned the courage to speak. “Mr. Solomon, it isn’t that we haven’t tried. It’s just that Mr. Gabriel’s death is far too bizarre…”

“Useless!” Cain roared. “In that case, I’ll investigate it myself!”

A collective shiver ran through the crowd.

‘Mr. Solomon is going to Silverton himself?’

“No matter who it is, anyone who killed my son-I will drag them out even if I have to tear the earth apart! They dared destroy the Solomon bloodline. They must die!”

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Cain’s eyes. The oppressive aura around him grew even heavier, as if the sky itself were collapsing, forcing those present to the brink of coughing up blood.

Then, under everyone’s horrified gaze, Cain slowly made a call. Closing his eyes in pain, he said, “Alistair… Gabriel is dead. His body was torn apart. And we still haven’t found the killer…”

At that moment, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

They were all Cain’s trusted confidants. They knew that in his younger years, he had once trained under a mysterious sect filled with reclusive masters. The “Alistair” he spoke of was not only his senior, but also Gabriel’s mentor-someone who had treated him like his own son.

A long silence followed. Then, from the other end of the line, came a quiet sigh. “Understood…”

hapter 123 Can’s Fury Descends

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His words sent another shockwave through the crowd. Did this mean Cain’s senior was about to return to the world because of Gabriel’s death?

Cain’s eyes turned vicious once more after he hung up. “Pass down my order. Recall all my disciples. Summon the three thousand men of the Obsidian Order. They are to return at once and follow me to Silverton to retrieve my son’s body!”

Everyone nearly passed out.

Across the 14 cities of Silverton State, aside from Silverton itself, all territories were effectively ruled by Cain’s disciples. And the 3,000 men of the Obsidian Order were the ultimate trump card of his lineage.

Was Cain planning to flatten Silverton entirely?

The moment the order was issued, it sent shockwaves through the entire Silverton elite circle. From all 14 cities, countless figures began rushing toward Silverton.

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