Chapter 256 Let Neil Speak
Hearing the ruckus, a bunch of elite Bennett members rushed out the door.
They saw the blood and the busted gate, and their jaws dropped. Instinctively, they reached for their guns.
But before they could even lift them, Francis zipped past, taking them out one by one.
A flash of white light, and before they knew it, pain shot through their necks.
In the next second, three heads hit the ground, rolling away.
With one swift move, Francis decapitated them, flicking his wrist to shake off the blood.
James didn't even glance at the bodies. He picked up a knife and kept walking, cool as a cucumber.
Just then, four more guys showed up, another patrol team.
They sensed something was off and moved in to check, but hadn't spotted the blood yet.
Francis was already on them, his blade a blur of light.
The four bodies shuddered, heads rolling off.
Their necks were sliced clean, like veggies on a cutting board.
No one saw Francis move; he seemed unstoppable, moving forward in the cold wind.
The remaining Bennett elites stared at their fallen comrades, faces pale as ghosts.
Four heads rolled away, leaving a bloody trail, as Francis kept advancing.
"Get him!" Five Bennett elites charged, yelling, but their weapons stayed at their sides, frozen.
The next second, their heads flew off.
Blood sprayed into the sky, splattering the shocked faces of the others.
Francis was already on the grass, shielding James as they walked toward the main building.
Seeing Francis so fierce, the Bennett elites snapped and charged in a frenzy.
Francis stayed calm, his sword flashing.
Several sharp lights, and warm blood sprayed.
The charging enemies were like waves crashing against a rock, breaking apart, bodies falling to Francis's blade.
The hands of those behind trembled, faces growing paler with each drop of blood.
Corpses piled up around Francis, more than thirty in a blink, and James hadn't even lifted a finger.
Seeing Francis's sharp sword and unstoppable force, the Bennett guards' eyelids twitched, palms sweaty.
Francis was a beast.
He protected James as they moved forward, the Bennett elites retreating, too scared to charge.
"Kill!" Seeing that they were about to reach the main building, three Bennett bodyguards couldn't hold back; they leapt from the shadows, and charged at Francis, "Die!"
Francis showed no emotion, his right hand moving like lightning, slicing through the air.
The three enemies' knives were cut off, and they stumbled back.
Before they could steady themselves, Francis's sword flashed again.
Their throats were sliced, and they dropped, dead silent.
Another thunderclap boomed, masking the bloodshed in Bennett's garden.
The elite Bennett members inside the main building heard the chaos and were stunned by the scene outside.
They grabbed their weapons and charged, yelling, "Surround them! Open fire!"
Francis led the way, slicing through anyone in his path, his sword flashing. James took out those with bows and guns using silver needles.
In no time, over thirty bodies lay around them, blood flowing like a river.
Five minutes later, James and Francis stood at the main building's entrance, a three-story structure.
By now, more than fifty elite Bennett members had gathered, blocking their way.
James didn't break stride, "Tell Neil to come out and talk."
"Do you know who I am?" A guy in black stepped forward, pointing at James and shouting, "How dare you cause trouble here? I'll kill you."
Before he could finish, a blade flashed.
His face twisted in shock as he staggered back, but it was too late. Blood spurted from his throat, and he hit the ground with a thud, eyes filled with anger and disbelief.
He was one of Goldenspire's Shadow Triad, trained in Iron Head Skill, capable of knocking down walls with his head, yet he couldn't withstand a single move from James.
No matter how pissed or shocked he was, he couldn't stop the blood or save his life.
James didn't even glance at him, "Tell Neil to come out."
Another man in a black robe appeared, leaping over the crowd to block James.
Francis's eyes narrowed, sensing the guy's strength.
The man in the black robe glared at James, "You've got skills and must have a big background, but killing my old friend is unacceptable..."
His voice cut off as a knife appeared at his throat, piercing it.
Blood gushed out.
James spoke calmly, "Didn't you hear me? Get Neil out here. What's with all the talking?"
The man in the black robe looked furious and shocked.
He was angry at James's audacity, his blatant disregard for the rules. But the shock? That was all about James's power, the effortless force he wielded.
He was a renowned figure, having killed dozens with his iron fists, yet he was easily taken down by James.
No matter how unwilling he was, he lost his life and fell to the ground.
The elite Bennett members were stunned, their fierce momentum fading, replaced by fear. This guy was too strong.
In just one encounter, two members of the Shadow Triad were dead.
The crowd stirred, and a graceful figure shot forward.
A woman in a black robe, with a graceful figure and a pretty face, but fierce eyes.
She held a stick, looking imposing and powerful, "Young man, you're strong. But you should know, there are many stronger than you..."
At that moment, the knife in James's hand flew out, hitting the fierce-looking woman in the black robe.
In an instant, a miserable scream rang out.
The woman fell back, a knife embedded in her chest.
She died with her eyes open.
Seeing this, the elite Bennett members turned completely pale.
"Tell Neil to come out and talk," James said calmly, "The rest of you, stay out of this if you don't want to die."
The scene fell into dead silence.
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