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The echoing sound of devastating palm strikes resonated, accompanied by the sharp snap of a walking cane breaking.

Following that, Lawrence and his two companions took a step back, while Denton staggered back five or six steps.

Stephen’s situation was even worse. He flew backward like a broken kite, crashing into a side table in the living room, smashing it to pieces.

A painful expression crossed his face, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling unconscion heavy blow.

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Although Denton wasn’t as severely injured as Stephen a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his face pale as paper.

Seeing the blood on Denton’s face, Lawrence and his associates wore smug expressions:

“Denton, just a few days ago at the Weston family’s grand party, didn’t you defeat and heavily injure me? Why do you seem so weak today?” Lawrence mocked, looking at Denton with disdain.

A glint of hatred flashed in Denton’s eyes.

Witnessing Stephen’s injury, every fiber of his being yearned to immediately avenge him by killing Lawrence.

However, Denton also knew that his chances were slim. Even if he was a mid–level internal force martialist, he couldn’t possibly defeat Lawrence, an elite internal force martialist.

And even if Lawrence didn’t make a move, the martialists of the Black Hawk were more than enough to defeat and capture him.

“Lawrence, even if I die, by imprisoning the heir to the Star Gate’s leadership, the Star Gate will never let you off,” Denton shouted defiantly.

Lawrence burst into laughter upon hearing Denton’s words. “Haha! Denton, who told you we’ve captured the heir to the Star Gate? Did you see it with your own eyes?

“Everyone from Star Gate only knows that their leader and his party came to the Carter family. They indeed visited the Weston family today but left afterward.

“So, your claim that we’ve imprisoned them? No one would believe it unless you have evidence!” Norman chimed in, dripping with sarcasm. “Denton, Sylas and his entourage clearly arrived at the Carter family, and now they’ve vanished. What exactly did you do to them? Did you kill them and now you’re trying to frame the Weston family and the Black Hawk Your deceit knows no bounds!”

Just then, with the martialists of the Black Hawk surrounding him, Norman began to ridicule and belittle Denton, adding insult to injury.

Denton’s eyes glinted with fury. Norman was simply the incarnation of the devil.

He believed that the misfortune that befell the Carter family had everything to do with Norman’s manipulations.

However, Denton realized that Norman cunningly positioned himself behind the Black Hawk martialists to ensure Denton couldn’t get to him.

“Norman, other than plotting behind one’s back and framing others, what else are you good at If you have the guts, face me in a one–on–one duel to the death!” Denton said, his face filled with mocking disdain as he stared at Norman.

Norman sneered in response, “What’s the matter? Angered that I’ve seen through your schemes and now you wish to kill me in frustration?

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“Denton, I won’t fall for your tricks. You, who killed both Emerson and Lawrence’s two junior apprentices, should disable your martial arts and surrender.”

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Otherwise, when Lawrence and the other Black Hawk martialists join forces, you’ll have nowhere to bury your body!”

Denton laughed, “As expected, a cowardly and cunning little man.”

He continued, casting a sweeping glance over Lawrence and the Black Hawk martialists, “The Black Hawk, supposedly a renowned sect from the Sunsbury, now resort to bullying the few with their numbers. You’ve truly disgraced the reputation of the Sunsbury sects!”

Hearing this, Lawrence, Kevin, Jack, and the others wore expressions of anger and rage.

At that moment, the sounds of fierce combat echoed from outside, with clear clashes of fists and palms colliding.

“Denton, can you hear that? My Weston family’s best martialists have stormed into the Carter family’s mansion, turning your home into a hell on earth, with rivers of blood! Norman exclaimed triumphantly upon hearing the battle cries from outside.

After tonight, Denton and all the martialists of the Carter family would be annihilated.

All the Carters‘ assets would fall into the hands of Norman and Lawrence.

Moreover, the Carter family’s chip company would become a part of the Weston’s enterprise,

Pain flashed in Denton’s eyes.

Faced with the reality that his family’s martialists were being slaughtered by the Weston family’s martialists, he felt helpless, unable to do anything.

This agony, the feeling of powerlessness, was even worse than death for him.

Seeing the torment on Denton’s face, Norman, Lawrence, and the others reveled in his despair, their moods lifted to the point of euphoria.

They weren’t in a rush to deal with Denton directly. They wanted him to hear the cries and screams of his own people, letting him experience a slow, torturous anguish.

The more Denton suffered, the more they rejoiced.

Their enemy’s boundless pain was their greatest pleasure.

About ten minutes later, the sounds of battle and screams from outside had ceased entirely.

Denton knew the intense fight outside had concluded.

There was no need to guess the Carter family’s martialists had undoubtedly been decimated.

Denton closed his eyes in anguish. The Carter family, built through decades of hard work and dedication, was now gone, decimated by the cunning likes of Norman and Lawrence.

A deep sense of injustice welled up inside him.

“Denton.” Norman’s voice oozed with malice, “Can’t you hear? All your Carter family members outside are silent now. They’ve left this world. Now it’s your turn to join them.”

Denton’s eyes shot open, meeting the cold, murderous stares of Norman, Lawrence, and their crew, like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves ready to pounce.

A fierce determination ignited in his eyes, and he clenched his fists.

“If I’m going down,” he thought, I’ll take some of them with me. At the very least, one for one, and two –would be a bonus.”

But just as Denton braced himself to confront Norman and Lawrence in a desperate last stand, the sound of footsteps echoed.

And it wasn’t just one person it sounded like dozens

Then, a raspy, cerie voice rang out, “Who’s ready for their final journey? I can certainly arrange it

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At the sound of the voice, Norman, Lawrence, and their gang immediately turned their heads. In the dim light outside the mansion, they spotted a figure dressed in all black, with a mask concealing everything but the eyes.

While they couldn’t see the person’s face, they could feel a terrifyingly powerful aura emanating from the masked figure. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Indeed, it was Gilmore.

He had deliberately disguised his voice to protect his identity.

What really stunned Norman and Lawrence wasn’t just Gilmore’s sudden appearance but also the sight of dozens of Carter family’s Phantom Guards and martialists standing firmly behind him, uding an intimidating aura.

Norman and Lawrence were taken aback!

They thought, “Hadn’t the cries and screams earlier signified the decimation of the Carter family’s martialists by the Weston martialists?

“How were there still so many of them appearing unharmed now?”

Norman, Lawrence, and the rest quickly realized a grave mistake. It wasn’t the Carter martialists who had been decifnated earlier, but the Weston’s!

And all these unexpected turn of events seemed tightly linked to this mysterious man in black!

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