Invincible Heir

Chapter 184 Rory Dean of the McGill Family

The dagger had almost reached Baron’s heart. The tip was touching his clothes.

The assassin was extremely fast, but Baron was faster. The fist that had blasted through the door

slammed itself into the man’s chest.

Whud.

With a tremendous impact and the sound of shattering bone, the assassin flew backwards.

Baron’s form flashed and he appeared beside him.

Before the assassin could release a hint of noise, Baron’s foot had pressed down on his neck. The

man’s pupils shrank, showing eyes full of fear.

He couldn’t understand how he’d remained silent, stayed hidden in the bedroom, and Baron had found

him.

Baron get a close look at the man’s face. He was thirty or so years old, firm muscles up and down his

body. From the viciousness with which he’d struck, his skill was evident.

Not only that, he must have killed plenty of people. Only someone like this could have struck like that

with no hesitation, aiming straight for the killing blow.

If Baron hadn’t sensed his killing intent earlier, he might have been wounded.

“Talk. Who sent you?”

Baron asked coldly, his voice full of killing intent.

He applied a slight bit of force with his foot. The man instantly felt a metric ton of weight on his neck.

Baron could snap his neck with a thought.

The fear of death whitened the face of the man on the ground.

“The McGill family sent me!”

The man said through his gritted teeth. Baron’s foot on his neck made his voice hoarse.

Baron narrowed his eyes. The McGill family again. Seems like he’d been too merciful for them and they

even went after him repeatedly.

“I’m with the McGill family. You’d better release me, or the McGill family won’t let you go. There’s

stronger people than me in the family, and…”

The man saw Baron’s face change and threatened him, thinking he was scared.

Crack.

Before he could finish, the foot on his neck increased pressure and the sound of breaking vertebrae

rang out. The man died with his eyes open.

“This is the last time. If the McGill family still wants to make enemies of me, I’ll have to exterminate

them!”

Baron did all that and said calmly as if nothing had happened.

He took out his phone and dialed a number. “There’s a body in my bedroom. Dump it in front of the

Davis Manor and get my bedroom a new door while you’re at it. I’ll be home in two hours.”

“Got it!”

Came the reply.

Only two minutes had passed from Baron entering the house to now.

“Yuri’s still got some work she needs done. We can go there first, and she’ll be there when she’s done.”

Tracy said, looking at Baron as he got in the car.

“Sure!”

Baron nodded, driving off.

At the Davis Manor.

In a mansion, in front of a high-end wooden tea table, a white-haired elder in formal dress sat. He was

Rory Dean, and to the side was Elias, the most gifted son of the Davis family.

“It’s all thanks to you, sir. Otherwise, I couldn’t have done this job for the head of the family. Here, I’ll

toast you with tea!”

Elias said respectfully as he poured out some tea and gave the elder one cup, taking up a cup himself.

Rory chuckled. “It had to be done. No thanks necessary!”

With that, Rory took a sip of tea.

“Mr. Dean, you saw that video. That kid killed Bill with a fountain pen from several dozen meters away.

How long do you think someone with his ability can last against Gilbert?”

Elias asked suddenly. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Despite Rory’s confidence, Elias was still worried, but he didn’t dare show it in front of the old man.

Rory scoffed. “Child’s play!”

With that, he grabbed a metal spoon from the tea table and flung it out. A cold glint flashed.

A great impact rang out. A clear hole appeared in the security door of the mansion.

Elias’ eyes widened. This was the first time he’d seen someone with such a power.

From their position, they were fifteen meters away from the security door. In Rory’s hands, the spoon

had gone straight through the security door like a bullet.

The security doors in Davis Manor were made of a special alloy. It was incredible that it had been

penetrated by a common spoon.

“My disciple can do that just fine!”

Rory said smugly. He hadn’t replied to Elias’ question, but the act had shown him how strong his

student was.

Elias snapped back to reality and wiped the sweat off his brow, hurriedly saying, “I guess I was just

worrying too much, Mr. Dean!”

Time ticked by. Rory’s student had left for two full hours, but he still hadn’t come back yet.

Even Rory was beginning to feel that something was wrong.

“Why hasn’t Gilbert come back yet, Mr. Dean? Should we call him?”

Elias said tentatively.

Rory frowned, displeased. “What? Can’t wait for a couple hours?”

“No, I don’t mean that. I was just thinking about dinner – if you wanted to have dinner prepared.”

Elias panicked and made an excuse.

Rory hummed. “Have someone make it ahead of time!”

“Sure!”

Elias left the mansion.

Rory waited until Elias had left to dial his student’s number.

But several calls later, still no one picked up.

“Bad news, Mr. Dean!”

Elias had just left, but he stormed back in, fearful.

“What’s happened? Mind your manners!”

Rory harrumphed.

“Gilbert – Gilbert’s back!”

Elias was still afraid.

Rory hadn’t realized it yet and laughed coldly. “Isn’t it normal to have him back? Would he linger

outside after killing someone for the Davis family? Show him in!”

“Gi-Gilbert’s d-dead!”

Elias swallowed, wiped the sweat off his forehead and stammered.

“What?”

Rory stood up, stunned.

He knew full well how strong his disciples were. The student he’d sent out to kill Baron had been his

most prized disciple as well, inheriting all of his technique.

Now Elias was telling him he was dead!

“Dead? Who’s dead? Say that again!”

Rory’s figure flashed forward and grabbed Elias by the throat, raising him into the air.

Elias’ face was completely white, his pupils full of fear. With his throat grabbed, he couldn’t even

breath, much less speak.

With a wham, he was cast to the side.

Rory said through grit teeth, “If you’re lying to me, I’ll kill you!”

Soon, Rory came up on a body. His most prized student was lying there, his chest bloodied.

His student’s head lay crooked at an angle, neck broken. Clearly, that had been the lethal blow.

Gilbert’s eyes were still wide, full of despair.

Everything proved that before his death, he’d suffered great pain and fear.