Chapter 10 Personally Execute

Death penalty? Cohen was also shocked, looking at Zak in front of him with amazement, "Dad, what are you talking about?" Zak scolded, "What am I saying? Don't you know in your heart?" "Or are you deaf?" "From today, you will no longer be part of my Cooke family." "I, Zak, will no longer have a son like you." Zak's words were resolute. Cohen was startled, not believing that Zak could turn against his own son for an outsider. It was truly terrifying! Cohen softened, "Dad, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me." Wrong? Zak angrily rebuked, "Do you really understand what you did wrong?" "Or are you just afraid of losing the family's protection?" Interrogation! Questioning! Yes! Various thoughts flooded Zak's mind. "I..." Cohen lowered his head, afraid to look at Zak. "Damn it!" Zak cursed, "Let me tell you, at this moment, in my eyes, you're just trash!" "I really shouldn't have fathered you in the first place." "Otherwise, the Cooke family wouldn't have faced such a disaster." Cohen didn't have a chance to speak. He heard footsteps outside again. He turned around and instantly showed ecstatic eyes. At the door, a group of people rushed in. These people were dressed in black uniforms! Each person exuded absolute strength. Combatants! Members of the Draconia Security Department, Greafank branch. Especially at this moment, Cohen's gaze fell on the middle-aged man at the front. This man had a square face and straight eyebrows, exuding an absolutely righteous aura. Even the brilliance in his eyes made people shiver with fear. Not simple. Cohen knew that this man was Mylo Stewart, the head of the Greafank branch of Draconia Security. His final savior! Cohen burst into tears, "Sir. Stewart, you finally came. If you didn't come, my dad would have killed me for an outsider." He ran towards Mylo. Mylo frowned and didn't spare him a glance. After entering the room, his gaze remained on Walter. Especially on that black token. It made his heart tremble even more. Dragon God Token! He was really the Dragon God! "Sir. Stewart, I've been waiting for you." Cohen wished he could throw himself into Mylo's arms. "Get lost." Mylo didn't say a word. He slapped Cohen, pushing him away! Cohen fell to the ground, looking at Mylo with nervous eyes. "Sir. Stewart, you..." "Shut up." Mylo scolded, "I'm not your Sir." In Cohen's stunned expression, he came to Walter, kneeling first. "Mylo, head of Draconia Security Department, Greafank branch, pays respects to Dragon Lord." "Mylo?" Walter, with his hands behind his back, didn't bow, "Never heard of it. Has the Draconia Security Department fallen so low? Assigning just a Battle Master to oversee the entire Greafank Draconia Security Department?" Hiss! Mylo swallowed a spit with difficulty, "Lord, it's my incompetence that brought shame to the Draconia Security Department. After I go back, I'll submit my resignation report." He didn't dare to act recklessly. Even less to retort. Dragon Lord! How could he, as a member of the Draconia Security Department, not know the weight of these two words? Cohen had really drawn the short straw tonight, how did he provoke such a god of death? Walter didn't bother with Mylo and just looked indifferently at Zak. Hiss! Zak shivered again. He quickly lowered his head. At this moment, just a glance made him full of— Fright! Even unease. In the gaze that lasted for a moment, he seemed to see the gates of hell. He hurriedly said, "Lord, I'll arrange it immediately. I'll definitely satisfy you." He turned around, and the obedience on his face disappeared, replaced by— A chilling aura! Especially those eyes, like a fierce deity, made Cohen shiver, "Dad, what do you want to do? Do you really want to kill me?" "Shut up." Zak shouted angrily, "Come." "Here!" "Cohen, for your misconduct and various crimes in Greafank, tonight, I will eradicate this threat to Greafank and put an end to you!" "As the head of the family!" "Enforce the death sentence!" Zak angrily shouted! A roar echoed. This scared Zak to the ground, his face pale, trembling. He said, "Zak, you are my dad. Are you really going to kill me at this moment? You will surely face retribution." "Did you all not hear? Or do I need to hand him over to the Greafank Law Enforcement Team?" Snap! Zak clenched his fist, "Did you not hear? Or do I need to hand him over to the Greafank Law Enforcement Team?" Hiss! The crowd gasped. How could they not know the reputation of the Greafank Law Enforcement Team? Formidable! Those who entered the Law Enforcement Team never came out safe and sound. Even death row inmates hoped to die quickly. Two people came to Cohen, "Sorry, young master." These two had ulterior motives, wanting to take Cohen outside to execute him. Zak growled, "Did you all not hear me? Cohen's death sentence will be executed on the spot!" On the spot! Execute! These four words undoubtedly completely crushed Cohen's last chance of survival! Yes! That was it. They even couldn't think about deception, as now they had no chance. Cohen understood that he had no choice but to die tonight. He quickly knelt down and came to Walter, "Lord, I was wrong." "Please spare me." "I won't dare again." "Please, treat me as if I were nothing. Spare me." He even kept hitting his own face, as if he wanted to completely ruin it. Terrifying! A bit pitiful! Walter remained expressionless; such scenes no longer affected him. Zak felt reluctant but endured the pain, "You useless bunch. Since you're so useless, don't blame me for being heartless." In an instant, Zak came to Cohen, and without saying a word, his large hand fell on Cohen's head. Bang! A low sound echoed instantly. The power of a Battle Master completely infused Cohen's mind in the blink of an eye, like an angry dragon roiling. Just in the blink of an eye. Zak's mind was completely shattered. Even more so. Cohen's meridians were completely severed at this moment, and his body fell heavily to the ground. Death without a sound! Cohen probably never imagined that this would be his end. Before Cohen's death... Walter paid no further attention. Cohen was just a minor character. Turning around again, Walter's fierce gaze fell on Ernie, who was trembling in the corner. "Now, it's your turn."