Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 420

Hundreds of men lay dead in the villa.

Only one survived.

It was Zavier.

Although he was still alive, he was crippled.

His limbs were broken, and his reproductive organ was destroyed. Even if he survived, he would have to spend the remainder of his life in a wheelchair.

Soon, the Blithe King arrived.

After receiving James’ call, he got anxious and immediately deployed the helicopters.

Soon, a few helicopters arrived and landed at the villa.

The Blithe King, who was in military attire with a five-star badge on his shoulder, appeared.

Seeing Gavin, Maximus, and Zavier lying in a pool of blood, the Blithe King hurried over to James. He frowned. “What happened?”

“Nothing big.” James pointed at Maximus lying on the floor and said, “That man’s involved in shady businesses. Investigate him and uproot his entire forces from the underworld. As for Gavin, just say he was arrested or killed by the military while conspiring with someone from the underworld.”

Saying that, he looked at Zavier, who was on his last breath.

“Send that guy to the hospital. Whether he survives or not depends on his fate.”

James did not kill Zavier.

The Watsons were part of the Five Provinces Business Alliance. James spared Zavier to send a message to the Five Provinces Business Alliance to warn them against causing trouble. Otherwise, trouble would only keep coming.

The Blithe King shrugged his shoulders.

He thought that James would know his limits. He did not expect him to finish them off so viciously.

He tactfully refrained from asking any further.

Although James was merciless, he never harmed the innocent. All he ever killed were wicked men—men who had evaded the judgment of the law.

Besides, James was the commander-in-chief of the Southern Plains. When he was officially appointed, the Emperor of Sol had bestowed upon him the Blade of Justice. As such, he had special authority to execute anyone as a fait accompli.

James beckoned at a general and pointed at David, who was lying on the ground. “Bring him to the hospital. Blithe King, I’ll have to borrow your helicopter for a while.”

The Blithe King nodded and ordered his men, “Quick. Bring him to the hospital.”

“Understood.”

A few soldiers immediately carried David onto the helicopter.

The Blithe King handed James a cigarette.

The two sat on the flight of stairs of Osmanthus villa.