Chapter 5: We're Enemies

Words : 1643 Updated : Mar 7th, 2024

"So, what you just said... it's all true?" Benjamin's voice was cold, void of any emotion. "Most of it, yes," Jasper replied with a smirk. "The part about seeking help from the Thornton family, that was a lie. Your mother and Yelena planned an ambush, spending a fortune to hire a group of warriors. I knew of their plan and leaked the information to the Thornton family. Those two fools were just stepping stones for me to climb higher within the Thornton family." "But... to be honest, at first, I did want to avenge Grandpa. I thought if I got close to the Thornton family by leaking the information, I could find out what happened to your dad." He paused, his expression turning smug. "Unfortunately, the Thornton family offered me too much. I couldn't refuse." "Oh, and don't worry," Jasper added, his tone dripping with mockery. "Yelena and your mother are still alive. I didn't kill them. I left them around to witness the future of the Shaw family. After you die, I'll send your ashes to them." Having said his piece, Jasper turned away from the cemetery, waving his hand as he walked. "Kill him." The four warriors immediately sprang into action, rushing toward Benjamin without hesitation. Jasper walked away without a second glance. He saw Benjamin as nothing more than an ordinary person. Sending four warriors after him was overkill, like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. If it weren't for his desire to show off his power and prove that he was no less capable than anyone else in the Shaw family, he wouldn't have bothered with such an elaborate setup. "Splat!" "Splat!" The sound of blood splattering echoed behind him. A smile crept onto Jasper's lips. From this moment forward, there would be no male heir in the Shaw family. It would be all his. But just as that thought crossed his mind, he felt a cold sensation on his neck. A sword rested on his shoulder. "Jasper, leaving just like that doesn't seem right, does it?" A cold voice rang out, freezing Jasper in place. Slowly, he turned his head, and there was Benjamin, his familiar face calm and composed. Not far away, the four warriors lay lifeless on the ground! These were four top-tier yellow-rank warriors, yet they were all dead, their bodies lying in pools of blood. The sight and smell were shocking, overwhelming. "How... how is this possible?" Jasper stammered, his pupils dilating in disbelief. "Nothing's impossible," Benjamin replied calmly, his gaze locked onto Jasper. "Jasper, from today onward, you and I are no longer brothers. We sever all ties. After today, if we meet again, we're enemies." With a swift movement, Benjamin swung his sword downward. The blade, sharp enough to cut through air, severed Jasper's arm cleanly. Without another word, Benjamin turned and walked away, heading down the mountain. "Ahhh!!!" Jasper screamed in agony, clutching his severed arm as blood gushed out. His voice was filled with rage and pain. "Benjamin, why the hell did you only take my arm? Why didn't you cut your own arm, damn it!" His screams echoed through the cemetery, terrifying the onlookers who dared not approach, fearing they would suffer the same fate as Jasper. They knew those four dead men were genuine warriors. And they were just ordinary people. "Benjamin, if you've got the guts, don't walk away!!!" Jasper shouted, his voice filled with fury and desperation. Just as Benjamin was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and turned back. Jasper, terrified, fell back onto the ground. He cursed himself for his outburst, realizing he had acted tough at the wrong time. "Jasper, tell me, where are my mother and Yelena?" Benjamin asked, his voice cold as he looked down at his once-brother. Jasper's face twisted in pain. "They're on Floral Street, at the Agricultural Research Institute..." Floral Street, Agricultural Research Institute. If Benjamin remembered correctly, that was in Jatonville's inner city, also known as the slums—the most chaotic area in Jatonville. His mother and Yelena, born into wealth, living there... They must have suffered greatly. "Jasper, I told you, the next time we meet, we're enemies." With that, Benjamin stomped down on Jasper's chest. "Crack!" "Splurt!" The sound of bones breaking echoed as Jasper's chest caved in, his ribs piercing his heart. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Benjamin. So, did he consider this the next time they meet? Damn it! In Jasper's eyes, the last glimmer of life faded away. Jasper, dead at the age of twenty-four. Benjamin felt a pang of sadness as he looked down at his once-closest brother. But he didn't regret it. If Benjamin hadn't been strong enough, it would have been him lying dead on the ground instead of Jasper. "Among you, there must be someone from the Thornton family, right?" Benjamin glanced at the over one hundred bodyguards, who were too terrified to move. "Tell the Thornton family to prepare themselves. I, Benjamin, will be coming for them." With that, he turned and left. None of the bodyguards dared to follow or stop him. They were just low-paid security guards. And Benjamin was out for blood. There was no point in rushing to their deaths. Watching Benjamin leave, one of the bodyguards finally gathered enough courage to pull out his phone and notify others. About five minutes later, a car pulled up in front of the Shaw family cemetery. A woman, dressed in designer clothes and wearing sunglasses, stepped out. She looked to be in her thirties or forties. As soon as she saw Jasper's body, she collapsed to her knees. "Honey! Honey!" "I will avenge you!" She screamed, her face twisted with fury as she looked at the blood and severed arm on the ground. Meanwhile, Benjamin was flying toward Floral Street on his sword. He wasn't flying very high, only about a thousand meters up. As he flew, he suddenly heard someone crying for help. He immediately activated his eye technique, scanning the area below. "That's... Yelena!" "Bastards, how dare you harm my sister!" Benjamin's gaze sharpened with rage as he dove rapidly toward the ground. Originally, he had only planned to check if anything was happening, to see if he needed to intervene. But he was shocked to find his sister, Yelena, in danger! "Hey there, pretty girl. Hehe, I finally caught you today!" On a deserted road, a van was parked. Two men stood guard outside. Inside the van, Yelena, looking around eighteen or nineteen years old, beautiful and youthful, was tied up in the back seat, her eyes covered by a blindfold. In front of her stood a tattooed thug in his thirties, a sinister grin plastered across his face. He blew smoke into her face, staring at her pure, innocent features, gulping with lust. "So damn pretty..." "Who are you? Let me go!" "Help, somebody, help!" Yelena cried out desperately, struggling against her restraints, but it only seemed to excite the thug further. "Scream all you want. We're in the middle of nowhere. No one will hear you, no matter how loud you scream. Hehe... Keep shouting. I love it when girls struggle. The more you fight, the more excited I get!"

Chapter 5: We're Enemies

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