Chapter 88: Coronation Night

"Indeed, that Wayne Kate isn't an ordinary person—even dogs bite people," Nero said in the car, "If our mission were to hunt down an ordinary assassin and his dog, that would be too ridiculous."

He held a phone in his hand, the screen displaying a photo of three cars crashed together.

This is clearly not an effect achievable by an ordinary person kicking with one foot.

At least now we can confirm that Wayne Kate's assassin possesses great strength.

Moreover, his dog also bites people.

Ward sat beside Nero, the fear on his face not yet completely dispelled.

He didn't know who these people were.

He only knew he had never seen them before. Moreover, his proud close-combat skills were nothing but dog feces in front of this white-haired man.

The opponent beat him up as easily as tossing around a doll that wouldn't resist.

"Where do you think Wayne Kate will flee to?" Nero asked Ward, looking at him.

An information broker is undoubtedly a qualified guide.

"I don't know," Ward said.

Nero frowned, clearly dissatisfied with this answer.

Sensing the other's displeasure, Ward shuddered and hurried to amend: "I think he's actually not fleeing."

"Oh?" Nero looked at Ward, intrigued.

Ward took a breath, the pain from his broken ribs on his chest making him frown involuntarily: "His behavior is more like provocation, deliberately guiding us to pursue him."

"Continue?" Nero gestured for Ward to go on.

"If Wayne Kate is like you all, not an ordinary person," Ward paused, "then I think his current purpose is revenge."

"Revenge?" Nero asked, "Where to take revenge?"

"Possibly a chain hotel," Ward said, "or possibly the Sullivan family—Sullivan family members forcing him to come out of retirement."

"Do you think he'll go for the chain hotel or the Sullivan family?" Nero asked, looking at the others.

He and Ward were seated in the third row of the 2+2+3 business vehicle, with four people sitting ahead, who were another four Godslayers.

"Sullivan?"

"Chain hotel?"

"Ha, if I had this ability, I'd wipe them all out, have this bunch of idiots hunt me." This young man was quite spirited.

"I think it's the Sullivan family."

Ward remained silent; to ordinary people, assassins of the shadow world are undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

But compared to the five people before him, the assassin's danger level suddenly seemed insufficient.

An assassin is just an assassin, while the people before him are terrifying madmen.

Assassins have rules and restraint, but madmen do not, and terrifyingly powerful madmen even less so.

"Then let's go to the Sullivan family first," Nero said, looking at Ward, "Do you know where they are?"

"Loth," Ward named a city, "The seat representative was killed by Wayne, and in a few days, the Sullivan family's new representative will be 'crowned king' at a banquet. Many people will gather then."

"Oh?"

Nero laughed, "Looks like we've caught a grand event?"

Ward swallowed...

The last coronation banquet saw the representative die at Wayne Kate's hands.

This time, what situation will arise?

The Sullivan family's representative shouldn't have forced Wayne Kate to come out of retirement from the start.

That person is dead.

Wayne killed the seat representative, and that person wanting to rise couldn't have remained silent.

Thus, he unhesitatingly "turned around," wanting to kill Wayne Kate, and even issued a bounty.

Unfortunately, he was ultimately killed by Wayne Kate inside a chain hotel.

He killed the seat representative on the high platform, then killed someone inside the chain hotel.

Two crimes punished together, the death warrant issued.

Strictly speaking, it actually counts as two, from that time until now, the entire shadow world has been unsettled.

Loth, night.

The castle manor perched on the mountain peak, belonging to the Sullivan family's estate, has only one road up the mountain, plus a structure similar to a lighthouse.

After the previous coronation ceremony resulted in deaths, this banquet's Sullivan family protection has been taken to the extreme.

Before the castle, on the wide grassland, a stage has been erected.

An unknown visual-style band performs energetic-style songs.

Below the stage is a crowd of wild dancers, a scene of demonic chaos.

If it weren't for the key positions, wearing earphones and constantly scanning the surroundings, the black-clad bodyguards would probably make someone think this is a banquet hosted by some pitiful second-generation rich kid.

On the castle's large balcony, a man seated in a wheelchair, his face pale, looks down at the crowd not far below.

That deafening music sound hasn't reached the balcony at all.

Yet on his face, a gradual expression of intoxication and enjoyment appears, not from hearing, but from the visual "viewing all mountains as small."

Behind this man is an old man with a solemn expression, white hair and white beard, dressed as a butler; although he looks old, his tall, sturdy build makes him seem like a mighty slumbering lion, ready to rise at any moment and tear his prey apart.

"Cough cough."

The pale-faced man looked for a while, then suddenly coughed violently, heart-wrenching, his body trembling slightly, undoubtedly a weakling.

"Master," the butler handed over a blanket.

The man didn't take it, but laughed and said: "You say, what use are they?"

"Hmm." The butler lowered his head, showing his respect.

He knew the other party didn't want him to speak, just needed someone to share joy with, to listen to him pour out the words long held in his heart.

Tonight, these words could indeed be spoken.

Leonidas Sullivan.

A special person in the Sullivan family, because he had been crippled in both legs since childhood, weak and sickly.

In a shadowy world that followed "heaven is big, earth is big, fists are biggest," "strength is truth."

Such a person would surely be unwelcome, even in the age of firearms.

But few knew that Leonidas Sullivan was the most dangerous, most deadly poison snake in this family.

He secretly designed the massacre between his elder and younger siblings, finally reaping the benefits like a fisherman.

Everyone—his elder brother, his sisters, Wayne Kate, even the chain hotel—were his pawns on the chessboard, played with in the palm of his hand.

And today was the day he was crowned king.

When he became the seat representative, after tonight, he would lead the Sullivan family to the peak.

"Wisdom is humanity's true weapon." After a disdainful snort, Leonidas looked up at the night sky, reaching out as if to grasp the whole world.

"Strength, firearms? These brainless idiots." Leonidas sneered, "No matter how accurate the marksmanship of a baboon, it's still just a baboon."

"You're right, sir." The old butler said respectfully.

"Ziz, ziz..." The old butler's walkie-talkie at his waist transmitted some static.

"9527, 9527 is going up the mountain! The vehicle speed is very fast!"

"What is it?" The old butler picked up the walkie-talkie, pressed the button, and asked, "Tell me clearly."

"It's an off-road vehicle that smashed through the barrier we set on the road and is now heading toward the manor!" said the guard stationed at the mountain foot, "We're chasing, but... we haven't caught up."

"... Understood." The old butler was speechless for a moment, "Someone has forcibly broken in."

"Who do you think it is?" Leonidas asked with interest.

The old butler shook his head.

"Guess?"

"Hmm... someone conceited and overly self-important?" The old butler could only say that.

"Right." Leonidas praised, "And I guess this person has done this more than once."

The old butler immediately understood and asked, "Is the intruder Wayne Kate?"

"Wait, yes." The guard said, "There's news he appeared nearby a day ago."

"Indeed it is him." The old butler's face darkened.

Death Messenger, why would he appear here and directly break into the coronation banquet?

Even last time, he didn't so openly drive and break in.

Two people from the Sullivan family died at the hands of the Death Messenger; strictly speaking, the Sullivan family should bear a grudge against him.

Rather than him bearing a grudge against the Sullivan family.

The old butler couldn't fathom why, under a death warrant, Wayne Kate would suddenly attack the Sullivan manor.

Could it be that he knew everything, all orchestrated behind the scenes by Young Master Leonidas Sullivan—sir?

"Sir?" The old butler bowed, waiting for Leonidas's command.

"Kill him." Leonidas waved his hand, "The Sullivan family just needs a victory."

"Yes." The old butler turned and left.

Guards everywhere received the message and began to move, as if gears on a massive machine started turning, beasts ready to pounce.

"Squeak—"

A piercing screech of brakes.

Outside the manor gate was a two-hundred-meter, uphill, straight road.

A black off-road vehicle stopped at the end of the bend, its front aimed at the manor gate, headlights flashing twice, engine continuously roaring.

On both sides of the road, guards had gathered, guns aimed at the vehicle.

On the road behind, black vehicles were approaching.

Behind the manor gate, guards stood similarly, rifles at the ready, prepared to fire.

Just one helicopter in the sky away from forming a heavenly net and earthly trap.

"Fire!" The old butler in the monitoring room issued the command.

At the same time, Tang Luo released the brake, pressed the accelerator to the floor, and the vehicle surged like a wild horse breaking free, straight for the manor gate.

Gunfire continued without cease.

On the vehicle with good bulletproof performance, numerous scratches appeared, and the windows turned into a snowflake pattern.

With vision obstructed, Tang Luo laughed instead, and the speed did not slow at all.

As the vehicle amid a hail of bullets and shells neared the gate.

In the several rows of speed bumps before the gate, steel tubes as thick as a person's forearm suddenly sprang up.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the loud sound of metal collision and tearing.

The off-road vehicle directly turned into a lump of scrap copper and rotten iron, all four wheels off the ground, "pierced" in midair by the bent steel tubes from the impact.

The vehicle body twisted, already unrecognizable.

"Action." The old butler continued to give orders.

Alive, see the person; dead, see the corpse.

Guards on both sides of the road advanced with guns, approaching the vehicle, and when they reached a certain distance, without confirming whether Wayne Kate was dead or alive, they directly pulled the trigger.

In the night, gunshots and the manor's dance music intertwined into a funeral march of death.