Chapter 110: The Trump Card in Hand

As the two tattooed subordinates fell straight into a pool of blood, the faces of the onlookers turned pale.

The spreading scent of blood lent a suffocating tension to the atmosphere.

With a metallic clang, the heavy iron door at the entrance of the second floor was locked.

"Who are you people?!" The bald man's gaze landed on the three figures that had suddenly appeared. His expression soured, while his dozen subordinates promptly gripped their machetes.

As the three figures slowly walked towards them, everyone saw them clearly—a man and two women.

It was Irving, along with Wendy and Sophia.

"Dad!" Sophia's eyes fell on Jony, who was battered and bruised in the center of the hall. Her eyes immediately reddened, and she dashed towards him recklessly.

"Sophia." Jony said weakly.

Seeing his daughter appear suddenly to rescue him filled him with a moment of relief, followed by a shake of his head. His aged, weary eyes conveyed a depth of sadness.

"Sophia, don't come over!" Jony continued, "Those bastards won't let me go. Leave now, don't worry about me, the future of our family rests on you."

A wave of sorrow enveloped the hearts of father and daughter.

Watching her father being tortured like this, Sophia glared fiercely at the bald man and his subordinates blocking her way, her beautiful eyes filled with grief and anger.

"We thought you wouldn't dare to come." the bald man sneered, then clapped his hands mockingly. "I'm almost moved by your loyalty and righteousness. Too bad, tonight none of you will escape."

"As for the Green family, after tonight it will cease to exist!" The bald man's laughter grew wilder. He waved his hand towards his subordinates and commanded coldly, "Tie up that old man's precious daughter. As for her two helpers..."

He made a throat-slashing gesture.

The dozen subordinates understood immediately, their gazes turning towards Irving and Wendy. Especially when they looked at Wendy, her sensual figure ignited a fire of lust in their hearts.

"Kill that man first, and don't kill the woman." one of the subordinates whispered to his companion. Sёarᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The next moment.

The dozen men wielding machetes walked straight towards Irving, seeing him as no more than a lamb ready for slaughter.

"Everyone here today must die." Irving stated calmly.

His words flowed smoothly, as though narrating a fact that was about to unfold.

"Understood, Irving." Wendy nodded, a chill flashing in her beautiful eyes.

For a professional assassin, obedience to orders was paramount. Wendy had once obeyed the commands of the assassin organization she belonged to, and now, she chose to obey this man's commands.

"Beauty, I advise you not to court death. We don't hold back, and it would be a shame to hurt you." one of the thugs said disdainfully as Wendy stepped forward.

The rest of the thugs similarly underestimated Wendy.

However, they were soon to pay a price for their underestimation...

The fight lasted less than half a minute, to be precise, it was a one-sided massacre.

When Wendy returned to Irving's side, behind her lay a dozen bodies, each with a stab wound or a slash across the chest or throat from her dagger.

The cuts were clean and lethal, each a fatal blow!

Even Irving was momentarily surprised at the sight, but soon a slight smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Irving, what should we do with those two?" Wendy asked indifferently, her dagger dripping with blood. She raised her eyebrows slightly as she looked towards the bald man and Addison, who was sitting on a sofa not far away.

The atmosphere in the hall fell into deafening silence, punctuated only by the dripping sound of blood.

When the bald man looked at Wendy and Irving again, the disdain in his eyes had been completely replaced by deep fear.

"Addison... Addison." the bald man felt a chill rising within him as he turned to look at Addison behind him.

"So, I hear you really want that legacy treasure?" Irving looked at Addison with a hint of amusement and a smile in his eyes.

However, this smile, when perceived by Addison, sent a shiver of coldness through him, recalling the scenes from the secret realm the night before. His face turned extremely pale.

"Addison, we still have the old guy in our hands!" The bald man's eyes flashed viciously as he quickly picked up a machete that had fallen to the ground and pressed it against Jony's throat.

Addison finally felt a surge of confidence.

Forcing himself to stay calm, he stood up with a strained smile, "Kid, I didn't expect you to come here personally for this woman. It seems you're quite infatuated."

"If you want her father to live, bring out the legacy treasure you obtained from the secret realm last night."

"I must warn you, this is my territory!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a series of violent knocks came from the iron door at the back, where a large group of thugs was gathered, insanely trying to break in.

Amidst the continuous banging, the door latch began to loosen.

"Your territory?" Irving chuckled and shook his head, then looked at the machete the bald man was holding against Jony's neck and walked towards them unhurriedly.

"You…" the bald man's face changed drastically, he tightened his grip around Jony's neck, and threatened, "If you take another step forward, I'll kill him!"

Seeing this, Addison also stood beside the bald man, a smug smile appearing on his face.

Jony was now his trump card.

In his eyes, since Irving had made it here for Sophia, he must value this woman highly, and he could use this as leverage.

"Irving…" Sophia, seeing Jony struggling for breath, was so anxious that tears began to stream down her face.

However, unexpectedly to everyone, Irving continued walking forward as if he hadn't seen anything, "Go ahead, just remember…" at this point, a chilling gleam suddenly flashed in his deep eyes.

"If you kill him, I assure you, your end will be very grim!" Irving spoke coldly.

For him, reborn once, nothing and no one could threaten him.

Because he deeply understood that to survive in the ruthless apocalypse, any vulnerability could become a fatal weakness.

"Irving!" At that moment, Sophia could no longer hold herself together. Her heart felt like it was being twisted in agony. She couldn't understand why Irving was doing this, and even more, she couldn't bear the thought of her father dying right before her eyes.

After enduring two consecutive blows within the family, her father was the only remaining relative she had...

"Sophia, Irving is right!" Jony, whose neck was tightly gripped, managed to speak with difficulty. When he looked at Irving, his aged eyes showed a trace of relief.

For Jony, who had weathered many storms, it was clear to see Irving's true intentions, and he deeply admired the young man's resoluteness and ruthlessness.

Though he had never experienced a real apocalypse, the corporate battles within families were akin to a battlefield without smoke—a cruelty not less intense than the former.

When one is caught in another's grasp, without the resolve to make harsh, decisive actions, a good outcome is impossible. Rather than hesitating, it's better to fight with full force.

This too, is a form of courage!

"I am an old man, and if I die here tonight, it's just my bad luck, no one else's fault." Jony first glanced at Irving, then turned his gaze to Sophia, "Sophia, don't forget what I told you earlier, this young man has an unlimited future!"

Previously, during the siege of The Brotherhood of Night Blades' castle, Jony had witnessed Irving's formidable strength and extraordinary audacity.

Especially after learning about Sophia's relationship with Irving, he had even suggested that his daughter find a way to marry this man.

Although Sophia had refused, using the excuse that Irving already had a girlfriend, Jony, as someone who had been through similar experiences, felt an even greater sense of urgency.

"Sophia, the future of the Green family is now in your hands." Jony, his face turning blue from being choked, used his last bit of strength to instruct.

At this moment, as Irving drew closer, Addison became furious. He glared fiercely at the bald man beside him and yelled, "Shut this old man up! Don't let him speak anymore…"

Addison's voice trembled as he spoke.

Especially when he saw Irving's sharp, blade-like gaze, a wave of fear involuntarily surged within him.

He could never have dreamed that although he held the biggest trump card, it was of no use against Irving.

Thud, thud, thud!

Outside the iron door, the thugs gathered from the bar, like enraged wild dogs, had found hammers and were crazily smashing at the door lock.

"Damn it, someone dares to break in right under our watch."

"Once I get in there, I'm going to kill him." one of the thugs with dyed yellow hair shouted angrily, then with all his strength, he charged again at the iron door.

With a booming sound, the iron door was violently forced open.

The thugs who rushed in were immediately hit with a stench of blood. As they followed the blood trail forward, they all froze in place as if petrified.

Just a short distance away, Addison was kneeling on the ground, pleading...