The man had already given up, all the bullets in his gun were worn out, and none of them hit Aatrox. In acceptance, he just knelt on the floor and bowed his head.

Aatrox might as well kill him, but if he did that, he would not complete his purpose of coming here today. First, if you want information, you need an informant. Second, if you want to send a message, you need a messenger. That man was the perfect person for it. But he needed to be quick, as the shooting noises may have alerted the other guards who were on patrol.

"I don't care what your name is, but you'll get a chance to get out of here alive. What do you say to me?" Aatrox asked with an indifferent voice that frightened the man. He had killed people before a few times, but he was never calm after killing, always after each slaughter, the image of people came to him and tormented him for a while. This invader had killed 4 people just now, not counting the other people he killed before meeting his group, and was acting as calmly as a person who was picking flowers in a garden.

Desperate, he quickly responded without daring to look up. "Yes! Please let me live! What do I need to do?"

Listening to his answer, Aatrox knew it would work. Desperate men do everything to survive, even betraying their own family is normal when they are in danger. "Well, you'll take those heads with you and..." Aatrox began to explain the plan.

Hearing the beginning of the plan, the man was a little worried, but that was his only alternative.

...

Malcolm was walking with a huge bag while walking through the pool area returning to their barracks.

"Malcolm, where's your team? What's in that bag?" Security chief Hank, who was also a cultivator, as Sam asked while raising an eyebrow.

"We were attacked, sir, when everyone died I managed to hide, but when I came back, I saw that bag and what's in it... I don't know if I can see again, sir.". Malcolm answered.

Hank thought it strange and took the bag when he looked inside to see what he had that Malcolm didn't want to see again, his anger erupted. Quickly he closed the bag so no one else could see what was inside and said, "Come with me." In a cold tone.

Malcolm nodded his head down and followed the head of security into the mansion. Standing in front of an office, Hank knocked on the door and asked to come in. Hearing confirmation from within that they could enter, Hank was in front followed by Malcolm.

"What's going on, why aren't you patrolling?" Ashton asked with a frown.

"Look at this, sir." Hank responded by delivering the bag to Ashton. 

"What the fuck is that? Why do you have a bag with the heads of four men, and one of them is still Sam's? Who did this? Who found that?" Ashton started screaming in anger.

"Spit it out, what the fuck happened?" Ashton asked while a vein was pulsing in his forehead.

"I had left to patrol with three more guards and security chief Sam, sir. Until we found a head in a bush, in anger, Chief Sam began to swear until the invader appeared." Malcolm started counting.

"Don't tell me the five of you couldn't fight him alone?" Ashton asked pretending to be surprised. He already imagined that the strength of this man was of the Baron level, but since they had not seen him fight, he had to use these people as guinea pigs, even if some died, if the information was useful to kill this man later it would be worth it. What he didn't expect was that one of his security chiefs would die without asking for help. After all, they had few people at the Knight level, losing one of them was a huge price he had to pay, after all nurturing a cultivator, even if it was only Knight level, was very expensive.

Unconscious of the chief's thoughts, Malcolm continued to count. "Chief Sam asked us to let him fight the invader alone to teach him not to mess with the Price family, sir."

"That idiot! What a lack of care and arrogance this imbecile would have had, if he hadn't died I would have killed him myself." Ashton was very angry since he had spent so much money to train Sam, and in the end, he went to kill himself willingly.

"After Chief Sam died, the invader started playing and torturing the other guards, when he was focused on another guard, I took my chance to hide, when I came back, I could hear the invader talking to someone on the phone about our operations in District B. When I made sure he had left, I took the bag he had left and brought it here, sir." Malcolm said.

If he was a Baron level cultivator, unless he was a psychopathic torture freak, it was impossible for him not to notice a normal person leaving. But more importantly, how did he know about the operations in district B? and what does he intend to do?' Ashton began to think.

"Hank, I want you to call Simmons and ask him if all the captives are okay, and tell him to suspend the operations of removing the organ from the slaves tonight, if any attack happens there, there will be a few thousand dollars wasted if the attack gets in the way of the surgery. Say that I will send competent people to ensure safety, but that it is better to prevent it." Ashton said to Hank.

"Yes, sir! And what will we do with him?" Hank asked while pointing at Malcolm.

"Let's sell him." Said Ashton opening a smile and looking at Malcolm's chest where would be the most valuable organs on the market at the moment.

Hearing those words, Malcolm became desperate. He knew what it meant when the boss wanted to sell someone, unfortunately, he didn't have the opportunity to react against two cultivators in the room.