Chapter 6 Unforgivable

"You..." Ernie had no way to retreat. His body staggered, almost falling to the ground, his eyes filled with fear, "Don't mess around. How much money do you want? I can give you money." Money? Walter smiled. Six years ago, he underwent a life-altering transformation overnight, becoming a destitute wanderer. Six years later, today, he had returned triumphantly, ascending to the position of Lord of Dragon Shrine. How could he be enticed by a paltry sum of money? If it wasn't preposterous, what was it then? Unaware that his time was up, Ernie assumed Walter was lured by money. It was amusing; it seemed no one could resist the allure of wealth. Walter stayed silent, steadily closing in on him. Ernie also smiled, thinking about how much money would resolve today's situation? Outside the hotel... Nightkill arranged Leila in the car. Leila hurriedly took out her phone, and Nightkill, perplexed, asked, "Ms. Harper, what are you doing?" "I'm calling for help," Leila replied anxiously, frantically searching for phone numbers. How could she not be aware of Ernie's nature? If Ernie could tolerate Walter publicly seizing someone, that would be unusual! She could only seek help now. Nightkill helplessly said, "Ms. Harper, trust the boss. The boss will surely handle things well." "But..." "Alright." Nightkill said, "Ms. Harper, just wait here peacefully. I'll go inside and check on the boss." Actually, he wanted to say, "I want to go in and kill someone. Don't let the boss do it all." "I..." Leila wanted to say something, but Nightkill closed the car door and locked it. It was better not to let Ms. Harper see things like killing. She was very anxious. But there was nothing she could do. She could only dial the phone number. Unfortunately, on the other end of the call, there was a busy tone! It displayed "busy, cannot answer." There was no way now. What should she do? While Leila was contemplating this, suddenly, headlights illuminated from behind. Without waiting for Leila to react, she witnessed a line of cars parking at the hotel entrance. At the forefront was an unbranded sports car. Someone stepped out of the vehicle. Leila was stunned, "How did he get here?" Cohen! Son of the Director of the Greafank City Traffic Safety Bureau! Also a well-known second-generation official in Greafank, usually arrogant and domineering, he had even harassed her for a while. Cohen stepped out of the car, his face particularly unsightly. He never expected that someone in Greafank would dare to openly defy him. It was akin to courting death. "Young master, there it is, that car." A follower approached Cohen with a fawning smile. Cohen glared at it, his eyes brimming with resentment. "This guy really has some nerve. This young master wants to see who he is, daring to treat this young master like this." The henchman smiled apologetically. "Young master, although this car has no license plate, we put in a little effort to track it down. According to the brothers, that person got out of the car." "He entered the hotel and never came out." "It seems he came to attend Ernie and Leila's wedding." Leila? Cohen thought of an exceptionally beautiful figure. "Is it that Miss Harper who was violated six years ago?" "Young master, it's her!" "What a shame. That girl's got a smoking hot figure, but her attitude is a tad too stubborn." Cohen shook his head, a touch of gloom creeping back into his eyes. "Give the command." "Storm in, drag that person out for this young master. Tonight, I'll run him over with my sports car. My dad's on his way. Whoever he is, I'll crush him to death tonight!" After Cohen's words, everyone rushed in. Outside the hotel. Not far away. There were still some onlookers who hadn't left. "This is really messed up." "I really don't know how this young master came here." "It's really lively tonight!" "I don't know what happened exactly?" ... In the hotel! As Nightkill entered the hotel, he saw bodies scattered around, accompanied by numerous screams. He felt a bit regretful, "Boss didn't show any courtesy, not even leaving me a couple for enjoyment?" Ernie looked at Walter in front of him, and gritted his teeth, "I'll give you a million, how about that?" A million? Walter shook his head, "Ernie, I never thought your lowly life could be worth a million." "You..." Ernie felt regret, "What do you want to say?" "Tsk!" Walter scorned, "With your lowly life, not even worth a penny. Do you think you're worth a million?" Before Ernie could get angry, Walter appeared in front of him. Swift! Swift like the blink of an eye! Like a fleeting apparition. Suddenly right in front. Ernie witnessed Walter before him, raised his arm, and without a word, swung it towards himself. Bang! This punch was precise, landing right on Ernie's nose. Accompanied by a muffled sound, a cracking sound followed, indicating the collapse of the nose. "Ah!" Ernie instantly erupted into a scream more unpleasant than slaughtering a pig, causing Cohen, who had just entered the hotel, to pause, "Why is he screaming so miserably?" Cohen? Seeing the savior, Ernie's eyes lit up, and he came to Cohen's side, "Young Master, you have to help me out." Cohen kicked him, full of disdain, "Useless." "I..." Ernie didn't dare to speak, and Cohen pointed at Walter, "Trash, were you the one who bumped into my car on the overpass today? Almost causing me to fall off the overpass?" Huh? Walter frowned, impatient. However, Nightkill, with a stern face, said, "Insolent, you dare to point at my boss like that. I'll disable you first!" "You dare!" Before Cohen could react, Nightkill appeared in front of him. Without saying a word, he immediately broke his fingers. "Ah!" Cohen winced, his features contorting in pain. "How could you do this to me? Do you even know who I am?" Nightkill ignored him, dismissing Cohen's words. "Just a little brat. What kind of identity could you possibly have?" Cohen, shocked, retorted, "You... Fine, wait for me. My dad is the director of the Traffic Safety Bureau, and he'll be here soon. If you're smart, lie on the ground and let me crush you countless times. Otherwise, you're signing your own death warrant." Murder! He dare! In the presence of overwhelming authority, the act of killing a few individuals seemed inconsequential. Regrettably, he overlooked the wounded figures sprawled on the ground. Ernie exclaimed, "Mr. Cooke, this guy's arrogance knows no bounds. I need your help." Cohen assured, "Just a worthless piece of garbage. I have numerous methods to make him suffer. As for the guy beside him, daring to break my fingers, I'll shatter every bone in his body." Walter shook his head, "Back on the overpass, I offered you a chance, spared you once. Since you're so eager for death, I'll grant your wish!" "Want to die?" Cohen growled, "Stop pretending in front of me. Watch how I deal with you." As he spoke, his followers rushed in. Behind Cohen stood an old man, his eyes full of murderous intent, "Young Master, who broke your fingers?" "Old turtle, it was me. But what can you do to me?" Nightkill walked out. "Good!" The old man released his aura, "Then I'll twist off your head first." Aura released! Battle Master's cultivation! Nightkill also frowned. Cohen seemed to have misunderstood, thinking that Nightkill was scared silly. "You guys pretended in front of me. I will kill you first tonight, and then find your women. I will let you see how I conquer your women." Creak! Walter clenched his iron-like fist, a hint of fierceness shining in his eyes. "You, will not be forgiven!"