Chapter 334


    "No, Mr. Nicholson!" the soldier answered loudly. "Five teams totalling eighty units were deployed for


    this operation. None are injured." He gulped nervously. "Any resisting enemy was tied and


    apprehended. Some of the enemies are badly hurt. There are no casualties."


    Kingsley nodded. "Thank you."


    "Of course, Lieu—" He stopped himself before he could finish and quickly said instead, "The teams are


    gathered downstairs. Them… The team leaders will be here shortly."


    Even an idiot could see that something was up, let alone people like Frederick and Xanxus. Still,


    Xanxus refused to believe this, and he gulped. "Impossible! I have more than thirty men with me, and


    they''re all armed! They couldn''t have gone down that easily!"


    Frederick said raspily, "That''s right! You''re lying! My whole team is armed. There''s no way they didn''t


    go down without a fight." He nced outside the window. "We''re on the second floor, and the window''s


    open. We would have heard it if you guys were fighting. You''re just bluffing. That''s a bluff."


    The soldier looked back. "Oh, you mean those guys downstairs? They didn''t even put up a fight. We


    apprehended them easily. See for yourself."


    Xanxus and Frederick exchanged looks and went to the window. They didn''t believe their bestckeys


    would go down without so much as a fight, but when they looked downstairs, they both gasped and


    tensed up.


    A few dozen hardened young men in white shirts were standing on the za downstairs. They were


    spread out in five rows while Xanxus'' bestckeys were crouched down with hands on their head and


    huddled together, shivering in fear. None of them moved, and more importantly, there were only five


    men keeping an eye on them.


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    Frederick trembled in rage and thumped the windowsill. He roared, "Goddammit! There''s like eighty of


    them, but only five are keeping an eye on them, and they can''t even move? F*cking useless!"


    Xanxus looked furious and agitated as well. He had spent top dor hiring a few retired mercenaries to


    train hisckeys in marksmanship to create a team of marksmen. Sixty of them emerged triumphant,


    and they became the fearsome South Nakson shfire. He had sent about two dozen of them to hunt


    Serena down, while the rest followed him here. He never expected his eliteckeys to do nothing and


    shiver like scared children. He felt something welling in his throat—it was blood. He smashed the ss


    window and roared, "What the f*ck are you doing? You''re embarrassing me!"


    Hisckeys looked up at him, scared and horrified.


    "You gotta save me, boss!"


    "I-I wanna go home!"


    A few of the men broke down and cried.


    Xanxus spewed out blood for real this time. He never thought his best men would be nothing but


    weaklings. The guy turned around slowly and stared at Kingsley in disbelief. "H-How did you do that?


    What happened to my men?"


    Kingsley smiled. "Why don''t you ask them yourself?" He stood up and smoothed out the creases on his


    shirt before saying, "Let''s go. Take Frederick and Mr. Norton with us."


    The soldiers came up to the gang leaders and pinned them both down before they could say anything.


    "F*ck! Let me go!" Frederick struggled violently, but his strength was nothingpared to the soldiers.


    No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn''t break free.


    Xanxus was a lot calmerpared to him. He said coldly, "I can walk by myself."