Unrivalled God of War

Chapter 133

Jackson Quelch’s voice began to tremble. “I...”

He wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie.

After all, he had barged into the area with three hundred men and had vowed to kill him.

Piak!

Nathan Cross gave him a solid slap across the face. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Jackson Quelch’s face began to swell up like a balloon and he was bleeding.

“Answer me!” Nathan Cross growled coldly.

Jackson Quelch hesitated for a split second, and a second slap landed on his face. A couple of his teeth broke and fell out of his mouth.

He began to panic. “I’m sorry, Mr. Cross! I’ve overestimated myself! Please let me go this time around! I won’t do it again...”

Nathan Cross merely gave him an emotionless glance. “I’ve already given you a chance at my mother- in-law’s birthday party last night. Why didn’t you learn your lesson?”

Jackson Quelch seemed to notice something, his face went pale as a sheet. He opened his mouth to plead for mercy.

However, Nathan Cross had already turned to Colin Dunne and said, “Finish him.”

Colin Dunne’s hands moved in a flash slicing his sword through Jackson Quelch’s neck.

Crack!

The sickening sound of bones breaking tore through the air.

Jackson Quelch’s body flopped onto the ground like a dead chicken.

Jackson Quelch was dead!

His three hundred men stood quivering by the side. A strange smell of ammonia began to permeate in the air, it seemed that some of his men had pissed in their pants out of fear after they witnessed his death.

Nathan Cross looked at them then commanded, “Round up these people and arrest them for illegally disclosing military secrets. Send them to work in the mines for ten years.”

Nathan Cross knew perfectly well that Jackson Quelch’s “security agency” was just a cover-up for a mercenary troop.

Not only did his men provide security services to rich people and celebrities, they also took part in gang fights, assassinations and retribution schemes.

As such, he had no reason to show mercy to them but throw them to the mines to at least make a contribution to the country.

Soon, Jackson Quelch’s men were rounded up and thrown into the trucks by the Dragonfury soldiers.

Suddenly, lights flashed from a distance, and a few vans came zooming into the scene.

They were the gangsters in the area led by a man called Baron.

The person who sat beside him was Alexander Forst, the person that Nathan Cross beat up just a few hours ago.

As it turned out, Alexander Forst had borrowed money from Baron and was a few hundred thousand bucks in debt.

He had gone to the Forsts to convince them to sell their house so he could pay off his debts but received a round of shelling and beating from Nathan Cross instead.

He felt deeply resentful and ran off to see Baron, hoping that he could teach Nathan Cross a lesson.

At the same time, he had promised to transfer the ownership of the Forsts’ house to Baron.

Baron knew that the houses in Springlake Village were due for demolition.

Hence, he agreed to Alexander Forst’s suggestion immediately, since the land there would be very valuable.

That was the reason that led up to this showdown.

Baron came rushing to the scene with about twenty of his gangsters, led by Alexander Forst.

They had driven over as quickly as they could upon hearing that Nathan Cross was burning joss paper by the river.

However, the driver noticed that something was amiss and stepped on the brakes abruptly when they were just a few feet away from Nathan Cross.

“What the hell? Why did you stop? Keep going!” Baron yelled as he was oblivious to the situation.

“B-Big Brother Baron! Something doesn’t seem right...” The driver stammered.

Baron squeezed to the front of the van and peered out of the window. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a bunch of soldiers, and they look like they’re arresting some people!” The driver said with a trembling voice.