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 Ste 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 Ste 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 Ste Warrior, heard this, he replied, “This n 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 incidentes back to bite the Campbell family in the ass, I don''t know what else to say.”


    Upon hearing that, Stuart Irving, the Ste Warrior of the Irving family, mmed a fist on the table.


    “There we go again with this Youngblood family nonsense! It was the Youngblood family who told us


    that we could not allow Dragon Fide Vi to be rebuilt under any circumstances. And what


    happened? They''ve nearlypleted the main project! Anyone who wants to serve the Youngblood


    family is more than wee to do so. I refuse to apany 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.


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    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 ced them in a


    blocking motion in front of him.


    Just as he got into a defensive stance, the door to the meeting room sted 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 soonnded on that man.


    Although they had never seen this man before, they knew that he was the Youngblood family''s


    divine-stage Novem Ste Warrior, Draken Youngblood.


    “So you must be Stuart Irving, the Irving family''s vtile Ste Warrior.” Draken smiled. “You do


    have quite the temper, but I think your martial arts skills arecking.”


    “What did you just say?” Stuart was quite embarrassed at this. He brought his scimitars together


    and red 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?”


    “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 Ste Warrior was not something that anyone


    could just achieve in this lifetime, let alone the act of bing a divine-stage Novem Ste Warrior.