The Invincible Mercenary King (by Matt Watt) novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442 

A chorus of mercenaries erupted in a thunderous roar, their voices reverberating through the vast expanse of the bustling casino, shaking the very foundations and lingering in the air long after. 

Josef, Sharvin, Eden, Reign, Xander, and the others all exchanged frowns, their eyes swiftly fixating on the commanding presence of Mr. Payne. 

This man looked like a rugged hero with a solid and imposing physique. His smile was warm and inviting, giving off an air of approachability. Despite his formidable presence, he had a gentle and kind demeanor that made him appear harmless to 

both man and beast. 

But to the four sword-wielding Generals, Fletcher, and all the mercenaries present, his presence ignited an intense enthusiasm of admiration in their eyes. 

“Mr. Payne? Isn’t he Buckminster, the fish merchant?” 

“Buckminster, the respected fish merchant, known for his charitable acts and support for impoverished students in Flensburg City. He was hailed as benevolent, but little did anyone know that his true identity held such surprises.” 

“My word, this man sure knows how to keep his secrets hidden deep. Is he the cunning mastermind behind all of this?” 

“On the surface, he presents himself as a noble benefactor, a philanthropist with a warm smile. But deep down, he harbors the heart of a demon. This man is truly fearsome, a perfect example of a smiling predator” 

The bosses acquainted with Mr. Payne were taken aback, their faces filled with terror as they gazed upon Buckminster. 

In particular, the affluent business people in Flensburg City were left speechless, their faces filled with disbelief and astonishment. 

Buckminster, a prominent figure in Flensburg City, was known for his thriving businesses and philanthropic activities. He generously supported underprivileged students and provided shelters for orphans and people experiencing homelessness. earning him the reputation of a revered benefactor. His impact on the community was such that several schools erected statues in his honor, forever commemorating his remarkable contributions. 

In a recent TV interview, the young students of Flensburg City idolized Buckminster, looking up to him as their role model. They expressed their aspirations to follow in his footsteps, dedicating themselves to philanthropy and positively impacting society as he did. 

No one could have ever imagined that Buckminster would be the person he turned out to be. 

“Yet another Robert!” 

Reign’s expression turned grim as she laid eyes on Buckminster. 

Seeing Buckminster, she couldn’t help but recall the likeness of Robert. 

The difference was in how thoroughly he had disguised himself. 

BANG! 

In that instant, Seward, his hands bound tightly, was unceremoniously tossed to the ground, landing right at the feet of Buckminster. 

Even with his hands tied, Seward displayed no trace of fear. His eyes burned with anger as he confronted Buckminster. shouting. “You dirty son of a gun, Buckminster! The Zabel family has been good to you. Why would you turn against us and seek to kill our own?” 

“My apologies, it’s simply because you folks happened to be in my path,” Buckminster chuckled with a sly grin. 

“Just because of that, you’re gonna take our lives?” 

“You bet!” 

“You dirty scoundrel, I’m gonna make you pay!” 

Seward’s fury erupted like a raging storm, his forehead veins pulsating as he unleashed a mighty roar. 

Though wounded and tightly bound, it was the effect of the intoxicating fragrance that left him weak and defenseless, allowing Fletcher to claim victory over him. 

As the minutes ticked by, the effects of the intoxication started to wear off, fueled by his blazing fury; his Internal Strength surged like wildfire. The ropes that restrained him strained under pressure, threatening to snap at any moment. BANG! 

Ina dramatic turn of events, Fletcher descended upon Seward like a celestial warrior, delivering a devastating blow to his back that sent him sprawling and coughing up blood. His Internal Strength shattered, leaving him gasping for life. 

“Just a slimy reptile, thinking it can make a fuss in front of our Mr. Payne. Well, you’re playing with fire!” Fletcher sneered 

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with a cold tone 

Seward clenched his jaw, his eyes filled with fury as he confronted Buckminster. “You sneaky son of a gun, how did you smuggle in all these mercenaries without anyone catching on? And what the hell happened to the others who were here before?” 

“Your Zabel family’s men are all gone, and now every soul on this ship answers to me, Buckminster smirked. 

“You filthy bastard!” Seward seethed with even greater fury, determined to go against Buckminster. 

Fletcher’s eyes narrowed with cold determination as he unleashed a devastating kick directly to Seward’s head. 

Seward’s head was struck with such force that blood gushed from his seven orifices, leaving him sprawled unconscious on the ground. 

Buckminster remained calm and said. “Toss him aside.” 

Fletcher seized Seward and flung him aside contemptuously as if discarding a worthless object. He sneered, “A seven-star General, huh? Just a worthless piece of trash! In my hands, you’re no better than a lifeless mutt.” 

Buckminster shot a contemptuous look at Fletcher, his eyes brimming with scorn. 

Fletcher was nothing more than a five-star General, no match for the likes of Seward. 

Had it not been for the intoxicating fragrance that had been used on Seward, Fletcher would have been no match for him, easily crushed by a single blow 

In his eyes. Fletcher was nothing more than an arrogant upstart who thought too highly of himself. 

However, he reframed from exposing Fletcher’s true colors and instead let Fletcher continue his pretentious act, using it to instill fear in the hearts of those around him. 

Just as he had expected, when Fletcher confronted Seward, the faces of Josef, Eden, Sharvin, and the others turned pale with fear, their hearts filled with dread. 

Seward, the renowned seven-star General of the Zabel family, was a force to be reckoned with. His formidable strength and unmatched skills made him a true military genius, feared and respected across the entire nation. 

In the end, he found himself in a pitiful state, like a helpless dog, entirely at the mercy of Fletcher. 

It was clear as day how mighty Fletcher had been. 

“We’re in a heap of trouble now,” Sharvin whispered in a low voice. 

If only they had realized the true strength of Fletcher, they would have allowed Eden to make a daring escape earlier and then strategized their way out. 

With these mercenaries standing guard like a pack of wolves in this treacherous territory, we find ourselves trapped, like cornered prey with no hope of escape, 

Eden remained silent, his gaze fixated on the surroundings, carefully assessing the situation. 

Buckminster smiled faintly, scanning the crowd before him. “Ladies and gentlemen, there’s no need to be nervous. Our purpose for being here is purely for a cordial conversation. We mean no harm and wish to engage in a meaningful discussion with all of you.” 

No harm intended? 

Just a friendly chat? 

The words hung in the air, met with a wave of darkened expressions from everyone in the room.