Chapter 174 - Paying Respect Part One

Wind couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva down his throat; although he had acted brazen, a single one placed bullet could end his life in a moment. He couldn't help but slightly take a step back and gazed at his brother to see his reaction.

Fell calmly gazed at the pair of guards. His eyes passed on the youth's body in the floor, and then on the barrels that were locked on his figure. He opened his lips and exclaimed in a disinterested tone.

"No one died, no need to point those toys on me.", he then added as he remembered. "Call the family heads; I have a matter with them that need to be dealt with.

At first, the guards were dumbfounded by the youth's reaction. They couldn't help but ask themselves who was the youth in front of him, and how did he dare ignore them.

"Who sent you here!", asked one of them with a slightly menacing tone. His finger was on the trigger, and he was ready to shoot at any moment's notice.

Fell sighed for a moment as he noticed the animosity in the guard's eyes. He looked at his surroundings and noticed that a large group of guests had arrived and were watching the scene. They were quite interested in the beating that had just happened and now the return of situation. Their gazes were similar to when one looked at a sport event, and he even knew that most of them hoped for the guards to unload their magazine on them.

Another sigh escaped his lips; his eyes darted from the guests to the guards in front of him. He noticed the stress that was accumulating in them, and one of them could even be seen slightly trembling from adrenaline. "Calm down lads, no need to turn this into a shooting event…".

One of the disabled youths on the ground grunted before ordering with tears in his eyes. "Shoot them!? I'm the little brother of the next heir; this humiliation can only be washed with blood!", anger fueled, he roared, and a crazed glint was in his eyes. If he could get up and grab the weapon himself, he would have already unloaded the rifle on them.

The guards couldn't help but grip their weapon tighter, a few of them braced their hearts and readied themselves for a bloodbath.

But just as they were going to press their rifle's trigger, Fell stepped in; he disappeared from the eyes of the spectator's in an instant. His ghostly figure materialized in front of the guard, and the next moment he was back next to Fell. His movement had been so abrupt that a few spectators couldn't help but rub their eyes, thinking that what they saw was a mirage caused by their slightly drunken minds.

"What the hell just happened?!", mumbled one guest as he turned his sight toward the empty glass in his hand.

"A sword!?", exclaimed another guest in surprise.

"He didn't have one before!"

Fell quietly sheathed Soldier's Fortune back. A few guards tried to react when they saw him disappear, and reappear but the moment they tried to shoot. They could only find with disappointment that their rifles weren't responding; then, their weapon fell apart before turning into a pile of metal waste on the floor.

A scream escaped from one of the guards as he took a step back in horror. He hadn't quit Fell with his eyes for a second, and could only feel an ungodly fear when he gazed at the rest of metal scrap that constituted his weapon. The fear in his heart was transmitted to his peer and they all took several steps back in a row.

"This is how you express your gratitude for this banquet that is made in your honor?!", a loud voice barked out of nowhere. Fell calmly gazed at the new figure, and noticed that three other men were following him. He recognized them the moment he laid his eyes on them. They were the noble family top executives; the ones he had met after fighting with the old general from the Golden Family.

He couldn't help but throw a cold glare on them, yet at the same time had a beaming smile on his face. Now that he was here, he could finally grab the money he had been promised.

"Didn't we befriend each other, young cultivator?", asked one of the executives with a pained look in his eyes. He made it sound to the rest of the guests as if Fell was a criminal that attacked with no reason.

"I came here to take what is mine!", responded Fell in a matter of fact tone. "Or, did you forgot your promises?", the executive that had just spoken couldn't help but have an ugly expression on his face; followed a slight outburst of anger that was quickly contained.

"My friend!", spoke another executive. "This matter is between us, you shouldn't have taken it on the younger generation…", he added while gazing at the injured youth with a pitiful and sad look in his face.

Wind, feeling that his brother was being ganged up on, couldn't help but let a counter-attack escape from his lips. "You should have up a rope on your dogs, buddy. If you want my opinion, they might have rabies, they didn't even wait for you guys and directly came barking and biting at us."

The executives looked at Wind and were dumbfounded as they didn't expect the youth to intervene. One of them recognized him after deeply looking at his facial feature, and couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that the man was present during their first confrontation with Fell.

"Aren't you afraid of losing your tongue for spouting such lies?", an executive jumped forward as he couldn't help but be angered by Wind's sharp tongue.

"What about you? Aren't you afraid of losing your decorum, by not giving what you owe to my brother?", Wind added, clearly intoxicated by the feeling of being watched by all.