Xo Novel
Chapter 822
Chapter 822
Chapter 822 A Massacre
Donald stretched himself and added, “It just so happens that I've not had my fill of fun today. We should intercept them now. We can dispatch the troops from Horizon Group but I only want them to secure the perimeter. I don't want them to strike.”
When Billy heard this, he narrowed his eyes and grunted in response with his head lowered.
He knew that Donald was going to unleash a massacre.
Back in the Youngblood family's safe house in Ibiville, the ten Novem Stella Warriors were sitting in the meeting room with grave expressions on their faces.
“Everyone, we're just here to assassinate a female CEO. Why are we sitting here staring at each other?” asked Zane Campbell, the Campbell family's Stella Warrior. “I'm certain we all agree that time is of the essence. Why don't we act now and get this task over with so that we can leave earlier too?”
When Marcel Freedman, the Freedman family's Stella Warrior, heard this, he replied, “This plan for revenge was initially devised by the Youngblood family. We're just here to follow orders. If the Campbell family thinks they have the confidence to go against the Youngblood family's wishes, then you can just leave the safe house on your own. After all, the safe house staff won't stop you. But if this incident comes back to bite the Campbell family in the ass, I don't know what else to say.”
Upon hearing that, Stuart Irving, the Stella Warrior of the Irving family, slammed a fist on the table.
Donald stratchad himsalf and addad, “It just so happans that I'va not had my fill of fun today. Wa should intarcapt tham now. Wa can dispatch tha troops from Horizon Group but I only want tham to sacura tha parimatar. I don't want tham to strika.”
Whan Billy haard this, ha narrowad his ayas and gruntad in rasponsa with his haad lowarad.
Ha knaw that Donald was going to unlaash a massacra.
Back in tha Youngblood family's safa housa in Ibivilla, tha tan Novam Stalla Warriors wara sitting in tha maating room with grava axprassions on thair facas.
“Evaryona, wa'ra just hara to assassinata a famala CEO. Why ara wa sitting hara staring at aach othar?” askad Zana Campball, tha Campball family's Stalla Warrior. “I'm cartain wa all agraa that tima is of tha assanca. Why don't wa act now and gat this task ovar with so that wa can laava aarliar too?”
Whan Marcal Fraadman, tha Fraadman family's Stalla Warrior, haard this, ha rapliad, “This plan for ravanga was initially davisad by tha Youngblood family. Wa'ra just hara to follow ordars. If tha Campball family thinks thay hava tha confidanca to go against tha Youngblood family's wishas, than you can just laava tha safa housa on your own. Aftar all, tha safa housa staff won't stop you. But if this incidant comas back to bita tha Campball family in tha ass, I don't know what alsa to say.”
Upon haaring that, Stuart Irving, tha Stalla Warrior of tha Irving family, slammad a fist on tha tabla.
“There we go again with this Youngblood family nonsense! It was the Youngblood family who told us that we could not allow Dragon Fide Villa to be rebuilt under any circumstances. And what happened? They've nearly completed the main project! Anyone who wants to serve the Youngblood family is more than welcome to do so. I refuse to accompany you anymore!”
Stuart was in a foul mood. As soon as he said this, he stood up with the intention of leaving the meeting room.
However, he had just made his way to the exit when he sensed that something was not right.
Immediately, Stuart pulled out the two scimitars he had hanging on his hips and placed them in a blocking motion in front of him.
Just as he got into a defensive stance, the door to the meeting room blasted open with a bang.
A punch was thrown straight at the scimitars.
It was clearly a bare fist that made contact with steel but the sounds of metal colliding rang out.
Stuart was unable to bear the strength of this punch. He staggered backward by three steps, his hands still holding his weapons trembling slightly.
Only one move had been used in the fight between the two opponents, yet everyone knew that Stuart was doomed.
If his weapons could not defeat an attacker who had rushed in with his bare hands, then what good were they, really?
A man dressed in a white suit strode in with a calm expression on his face as he blew the sawdust off his fist.
Everyone's gazes soon landed on that man.
Although they had never seen this man before, they knew that he was the Youngblood family's divine- stage Novem Stella Warrior, Draken Youngblood.
“So you must be Stuart Irving, the Irving family's volatile Stella Warrior.” Draken smiled. “You do have quite the temper, but I think your martial arts skills are lacking.”
“What did you just say?” Stuart was quite embarrassed at this. He brought his scimitars together and glared at Draken. “If you hadn't snuck up on me just now, do you think you would've gained an
advantage? We should fight with our actual weapons and see if my skills are good enough for you, then!”
When Draken heard this, he rubbed his sore temples and said, “This is precisely why I told Mr. Youngblood that I could easily handle the operation on Jennifer by myself. However, he insisted that I bring all of you along. Do you honestly think that the gap in our skills is just a simple matter of who gained the upper hand in a sneak attack?” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
“How about we cut the cr*p and go at it for one round? Maybe then you'd find out!” said Stuart.
The threshold from being an ordinary person to a Stella Warrior was not something that anyone could just achieve in this lifetime, let alone the act of becoming a divine-stage Novem Stella Warrior.