Chapter 114: Do You Think I Care About Your Stupid Brother? - 1

In the dark night, two mysterious people arrived before the mansion. They were both wearing black cloaks with hoods pulled low over their faces, hiding their identities. They walked towards the gates of the mansion, their steps steady and purposeful. The guards of the mansion saw them coming and immediately blocked their path, stopping them before they could get any closer.

The guards looked similar to street thugs, with big, muscular builds and tattoos covering their arms and necks. They eyed the figures with suspicion and distrust written across their faces.

"Hey you two shitheads, who the fuck are you? Do you think this is a place that you can enter just as you please while hiding your identity? You better leave now before we beat the shit out of you." The guard with a scar on his forehead stepped forward and pointed his finger at the figures, threatening them.

His voice was gruff and menacing, his tone implying that he would be more than happy to carry out his threat.

"Big brother, look at how weak these bastards bodies are. They are definitely here to beg for help while hiding their faces. They should have known better than to come to the Black Spiders' turf and disrespect us. We should teach them a lesson." A younger-looking man beside the scarred man said as he cracked his knuckles and gave a wicked smile.

Both of them had already started to circulate their Spirit Essence in their Dantian and readied themselves to fight. They looked eager for action, itching to take out their aggression on the poor fools before them.

"Indeed, let's show them how we treat unwanted guests." The scarred man sneered at them as they slowly moved forward, closing the distance between themselves and their targets.

However, the two of them didn't seem to be intimidated by the guards at all. Instead, one of the figures looked towards the other person, gesturing at the other one to do something.

The other figure nodded and stepped forward, raising his arm and pointing at the guards.

The figure soon stood in front of Vince, his face still hidden by the shadows of his cloak. He exuded an aura of power and confidence that made it hard for others to meet his gaze.

Vince regained his composure and, without hesitation, kneeled down in front of the mysterious figure. He was trembling in fear, and there was a hint of desperation in his voice when he spoke. "Master, why did you come personally?"

The figure just stood there without saying anything for a while, as if contemplating something. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed Vince's head with his fingers. "Do you think I have the leisure time to come to this kind of place myself?"

Vince shivered at the figure's words and couldn't utter a sound.

"It is all because you're useless!" The figure then spoke in a cold and calm tone as he gripped Vince's head even tighter.

Vince felt an immense pressure bearing down on his mind and body. It was as if a mountain had been placed on top of his head, and it threatened to crush him completely. His vision started to blur, and his breathing became labored. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with panic and despair.

The figure then suddenly released Vince's head.

"B-but Master... I don't know what I did wrong..." Vince stuttered and coughed as he struggled to catch his breath. He rubbed his head where the figure had touched him, trying to soothe the pain away. "Master...I mean no disrespect, but I'm not sure what you mean..."

The figure then pointed to the guards that were burned at the entrance of the mansion. "Is it not obvious? You cannot even control this small gang of thugs. You are supposed to be the leader of the Black Spiders Gang, but your inability to keep things under control shows how worthless you are! How can I leave such a pathetic and weak individual to handle a task that was important to me?"