Chapter 739 - Brother, No more please!

Chapter 739 - Brother, No more please!

This your final chance to answer truthfully.

Who sent you?"

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Swords were all pointed towards the soldiers, while Kamara, John and Nopline looked at them coldly.

But how could their measly auras affect these soldiers?

Please, they had survived under his majesty, so what more of these weak chickens?

They even had the urge to roll their eyes and yawn.

They looked at them as if they were looking at fools.

Scott sighed and shook his head.

"Do you really think that we didn’t know that this was a trap?

The fact that only the women and weak men were killed by those so-called red assassins if yours proves that your story is nonsensical.

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So why did they leave you all alive?

More suspiciously, why would they leave only you (Kamara) alive and kill the rest?

Of course, your bodies and many other clues led us to believe that you all were knights or people of importance and not servants too.

That said, did you still think that we wouldn’t prepare after realizing this?

I’m guessing you 3 are the ones we came here to see.

And since you’ve been unconsciously guarding that boy ever since we got here, I’m sure that he’s also someone important to you too, right?

Well, all questions can be answered after we captured you, no?

So if you don’t mind, my team and I would really like to wrap this up fast.

Sorry."

"You!... You!... You!"

All 4 shivered and felt cold sweat behind their backs when they saw Scott and his men move like lightning.

The most terrifying thing was how calm and confident the intruders were.

Their heartbeats quickened and their faces turned pale and gloomy.

What type of terrifying people did he meet today?

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’Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!’

’Swish!’

’Pah!’

’Bam!’

’Bang!’

Both sides went all in.

The sounds of swords whistling in the air, as well as the sounds of gunshots and fighting, could be heard too.

Since this was still a passageway and not a room, the soldiers had to be careful that they didn’t shoot their comrades.

That’s why they only shot their enemies when they were right next to them.

No long-range shifts were allowed for these sorts of battles.

Of course, they also kicked, punched, and even used their hidden weapons to take down these villains.

Scott moved fast.

3 enemies moved towards him and sent their swords towards his neck, chest and left belly.

Before they could near him, Scott fell with his back on the floor and shot them hastily.

’Bang! Bang! Bang!’

What?

The men felt cold and their eyes were now filled with shock, fear and horror.

Were they going to die?

So how could this 28~31-year-old looking man be better than him?

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"Boy!

Do you know who I am?

Do you know my nickname?

Heh... I since you want to play so badly, then I don’t mind giving you a lesson.

Come, boy!

I’ll show you what real fighting is all about.

Taste my fist!!" John said coldly before sending a fierce punch towards Scott’s right cheek.

At the same time, he quickly followed that up with a kick.

But Scott dodged both attacks calmly and swiftly punched John’s belly.

John blocked it, but didn’t have time to block what was coming next.

’Pah! Pah! Pah!’

Scott held his fist and delivered a triple kick on his face.

"You!...

You actually dared to hit me on the face?

You dared to slap my face?

I want you to die!!"

John came fiercer than ever and the fight went on again.

They battled for a bit with John only landing a single hit on Scott.

"You son of a b**ch!"

’Pah!’

Scott kicked his right knee making Scott kneel in pain.

"Hey, old man.

If you’re going to give me a lecture while fighting, then I rather you not.

After all, it’s best for you to save your energy and hit me at least one more time before I reconstruct your face.

Right, old man?

"You! You! You!

I’ll kill you!"

John yelled and ran towards Scott angrily.

"You good-for-nothing..."

’Pah!’

"You’ll burn in hell for..."

’Pah!"

’You!..."

’Pah!’

"Stop! Stop!"

’Pah!’

"Stop..."

’Pah!’

"Brother?"

’Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!’

’_’

[John: I give up alright? Can you stop?

Scott: No!

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Audience: (-_-)]