Triumph Above All Novel

Chapter 957

Chapter 957 Bloodbath

Upon seeing Nathaniel covered in blood, none of the members of the Leopard Group dared to obey Gael's command to kill him.

"You bunch of cowards, what good are you?"

"Give me that stick; I'll do it myself!"

Gael cursed angrily.

A member of the Leopard Group walked back to the car and retrieved a meter-long iron rod, handing it to Gael.

Gael took the iron rod, grinned, and raised it high toward Nathaniel.

"You brought this upon yourself, old man!"

With that, Gael swung the iron rod in his hand and forcefully smashed it against Nathaniel's forehead.

Bang!

A loud sound reverberated.

It was the sound of the iron rod colliding with bones and blood.

Fresh red liquid splattered out.

Nathaniel's head was instantly split open.

His body swayed several times, his vision became blurry, and blood flowed down from the top of his head like a stream.

But with his last ounce of willpower, he still didn't fall.

"Damn it! This old man's bones are tough!"

Champ witnessed Gael taking action and wanted to show off as well.

Immediately, he cursed angrily and snatched a machete from the hand of a big man next to him, then headed straight for Nathaniel.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced Nathaniel's abdomen once again.

Fresh blood gushed out once more.

Champ didn't even blink, exerted force with his right hand, and pulled out the machete directly.

Half of the blade was stained red with Nathaniel's blood. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

One of the big men, seeing their leader Champ taking action, also hurriedly stepped forward, extending his big foot and kicking directly at Nathaniel's chest.

Two consecutive heavy blows, and Nathaniel couldn't hold on any longer, falling on his back on the ground.

Blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

However, he still clung to his last breath, refusing to close his eyes.

"Gael, this old man only has one breath left; he won't last much longer."

"The banquet over there is urging us; they won't start without you. Let's hurry and leave; don't get stained with this old man's bad luck."

Champ glanced at Nathaniel on the ground, then turned to Gael and said,

"Alright, let's go."

Gael acted as if nothing had happened, took out a tissue to wipe his hands, got in the car, and left.

They were too preoccupied to give a damn about the several big men Nathaniel killed.

Just as Gael and the others had walked a short distance, Naomi drove over.

When she saw the scene of blood flowing like a river, her pretty face turned pale with fright.

After getting out of the car, she quickly noticed Nathaniel lying on the ground.

At this moment, Nathaniel was lying straight on the ground, his body and the surrounding area stained red with blood.

"Dad!"

Naomi shouted hoarsely and rushed over.

When she saw that Nathaniel had been stabbed twice in the stomach, with his intestines almost spilling out, she felt like she was about to explode.

"Dad, are you okay? Are you alright?"

"I'll take you to the hospital right now! No, I'll call the ambulance and have them come to rescue you immediately."

"Dad, don't fall asleep; hold on a little longer. The enemy has already left; we'll be saved."

Naomi kneeled in front of Nathaniel, crying and shouting in panic, while picking up her phone to call for help.

At this moment, she heard Nathaniel weakly say, "Naomi, I don't have much time left; don't make the call; let me finish speaking first."

"No, no, no, Dad, don't say such foolish things! Hold on a little longer; I'll get someone to rescue you right now!"

Naomi desperately shook her head, tears streaming down her face.