MTLNOVEL Chapter 213
The room fell silent even more, the weight of the three men's presence pressing down like a storm cloud. Their aura was palpable, an invisible force that made even the guards hesitate.
At that moment the head of the family, struggling to mask his unease, stepped forward, his voice sharp.
"Who are you?!" he demanded, his tone carrying a mix of authority and rising fear.
"How did you get in here?"
At that moment the leader of the men in black stepped forward, his movements calm but deliberate. His sharp gaze swept over the room, silencing any murmurs before they began.
His voice was low, each word dripping with controlled menace. "You dared offend the big boss," he said coldly.
"Your son crossed the line. That's why we killed him."
Upon hearing what the man just said.
A collective gasp rippled through the room, but the man wasn't finished. He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto the head of the family with an unrelenting stare.
"But that's not enough," he continued, his tone unyielding. "You, his father, must pay for the sin of raising a bad son. His actions reflect yours. And now, it's time to settle the debt."
His words hung heavy in the air, leaving the room frozen in shock. The head of the family stumbled back a step, his earlier confidence shattered.
The guards exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether to act or await orders.
The tension in the room was suffocating, as if the very walls were closing in.
The revelation hit everyone like a thunderclap. The room was frozen in shock, everyone's minds reeling. So it was true—their son hadn't been a victim of some petty accident or crime. He had been assassinated.
The head of the family's face twisted with fury, his voice erupting in a roar.
"Kill them!" he shouted, his words echoing off the walls. "Guards, kill these men!"
The guards didn't hesitate.
At his command, they surged forward, their numbers overwhelming as they closed in on the three men. The tension in the air thickened, and for a moment, it seemed like chaos would consume the room.
Then, one of the men in black stepped forward, calm and unbothered.
Without a word, he unsheathed a gleaming katana from his back. The blade caught the light, its deadly edge promising destruction.
In a single, fluid motion, he moved. The katana sliced through the air, its speed impossible to track.
The sound of steel cutting through flesh echoed through the room, followed by the heavy thud of bodies hitting the floor.
Half of the guards collapsed instantly, their lives ended before they could even register what had happened. Read latest stories on My Virtual Library Empire
Blood pooled on the ground as the remaining guards froze in place, their earlier confidence replaced with sheer terror.
At that moment the man lowered his katana, its blade untouched by the carnage, and fixed his cold gaze on the surviving guards.
The message was clear: any further resistance would meet the same fate.
The remaining guards, their faces pale and drenched in terror, dropped their weapons and turned tail, fleeing from the room without a second thought.
Their panicked footsteps echoed as they scrambled to escape the wrath of the men in black.
At that moment the room descended into an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of trembling breaths.
Everyone left standing was frozen in place, their bodies betraying their fear as they shivered uncontrollably, unable to mask their dread.
The boy's family, once so arrogant, collapsed to their knees in unison. The mother clasped her hands together, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at the three men.
"Please, sirs," she begged, her voice shaking. "Our son… he could be foolish sometimes. He didn't know what he was doing!"
The father, his earlier rage completely extinguished, bowed low to the ground.
"I warned him!" he cried, his voice desperate.
"I told him so many times to stay out of trouble, but he wouldn't listen! Please, forgive us. We had no idea things would come to this!"
Immediately the rest of the family chimed in, their voices blending into a cacophony of apologies, each trying to outdo the other in their pleas for mercy.
But the three men remained unmoved, their faces cold and indifferent. Their steely gazes bore into the kneeling family, offering no reassurance, only an unspoken promise that this wasn't over.
At that moment the leader of the three men stepped forward, his voice as cold and unyielding as steel.
"The father must pay for the sin of raising a bad son," he declared again, his words cutting through the air.
"And the sister… she will mend the wrongs of her brother. She will come with us."
Upon hearing what the man just said.
Gasps erupted across the room, followed by a piercing cry from the boy's sister. She scrambled to her knees, her hands clasped tightly as she begged. "Please, no!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "I never supported him! I had nothing to do with his actions!"
Immediately Her mother wailed beside her, reaching out desperately. "Please, she's innocent! Don't take her away!"
But the three men remained indifferent, their expressions cold as stone.
They stepped forward, closing the distance between themselves and the kneeling girl.
The tension in the room thickened, suffocating the desperate pleas of the family.
Just as one of the men reached for the girl, Ethan stepped in, his movements swift and deliberate.
He positioned himself squarely between the men and the family, his arms outstretched to block their path.
He never wanted to interfere, but at the same time he could help.
He didn't know what the boy did, but everyone could see the men were going too far by involving the boy's sister and parents.
His voice was firm, unwavering. "You've already killed him," he said, his eyes locking onto the leader.
"Why bother with the family? They've suffered enough."
Upon hearing what Ethan just said.
The room fell into a stunned silence, all eyes now on Ethan. His defiance against the three men sent ripples of tension through the air, leaving Annabelle's family wondering what is wrong with Ethan.