Chapter 4: Slaughter

"I can handle it myself!" Walter coldly replied. "Oh, so you think you can intimidate me?" Big Wolf sneered. "Just because you got out of jail, can you scare me? Let me tell you. Ever since I was sixteen, I've been in and out of jail so often it's like my second home!" "Listen, hand over your house deed, and I'll spare you. Otherwise, I'll break your legs and leave you begging on the streets, worse than those two old fools!" Big Wolf tilted his head, baring his golden teeth like a hungry wolf, his eyes menacingly devouring. Walter listened without a word. He picked up an empty beer bottle from the grave and flung it. It arced through the air, striking the young man urinating. Bang! The bottle shattered over the young man's head. "Who the hell threw that? It hurts like hell!" The young man clutched his bleeding head, howling in pain. Big Wolf and his crew were momentarily stunned. "Did my parents' deaths have anything to do with you?" At that moment, Walter slowly stood up, wearing a white mourning robe, his head wrapped in white cloth. A chilling aura emanated from him as a drizzle began to fall. "You dare to make a move! Seems like you're tired of living!" Big Wolf gloated. "Yeah, those two old fools, I took them out. Threw them off the rooftop myself!" "Your father pissed himself in fear. Your mother, even at her age, was a whore. My guys took turns to sleep with her, and she still wasn't satisfied." Big Wolf's filthy words stabbed at Walter's heart like daggers. At that moment, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. Boom! Dark clouds loomed, casting a menacing shadow over the land. Walter raised his head, a sinister smile slowly forming on his handsome face. It was a smile of death. A smile of utmost malevolence, as if a demon had awakened. Big Wolf froze after noticing Walter's sinister grin. He was unable to move his eyes away, as if falling into an abyss, consumed by darkness and isolation, driving him to the brink of madness. "You are honest!" Walter growled, stepping forward until he was right before Big Wolf. "Damn, this is messed up!" "Tie him up! I want his eyes gouged out!" Big Wolf snapped out of his daze, drenched in cold sweat, retreating a few steps and calling his men to action. Over thirty thugs brandished their machetes, charging at Walter. Raindrops fell. Blades slashed through the air. Walter's eyes were focused. His previously still body suddenly moved. He launched forward like a cannonball, leaving a crater where his feet had been. Crack! A thug's machete twisted upon impact, his chest bones shattered, and he was sent flying without a chance to scream. In a flash, Walter's left hand wielded a black dagger, akin to a scalpel, with dragon patterns glinting. The dagger spun in his palm, a cold light gleaming. He charged into the crowd with unparalleled speed. Each swing severed an arm. The dagger pierced one thug's forehead, making blood spray. Bodies fell to the ground. Death ensued. The thugs, accustomed to fights and death, were now terrified by such brutality. Their scalps tingling, hesitant to approach with their weapons. However, Walter did not cease his slaughter. Amidst the drizzle, his leaping figure resembled a dance of death, composing a symphony of demise. The dagger in his hand drank blood with fervor, as if eager to devour the thugs. A thug's eye was pierced. The dagger penetrated through the back of his head, blood dripping from its tip. The body was shoved aside, crashing into the muddy ground. "Ahh!" "A demon!" One thug dropped to his knees, limbs limp. "Don't kill me, please!" "I surrender! Spare me!" "I have a family, killing me is like killing them all!" "I'll submit to you, just spare me!" Instantly, a dozen thugs vomited, their souls shattered by Walter's extreme violence. Their legs were weak, and fleeing became an unattainable dream. "Kneel before my parents!" Walter grabbed a thug by the hair, crouching down. His face twisted with deranged madness. The thug, frothing at the mouth in terror, bowed repeatedly. The next second, the dagger sliced across his throat. Walter clutched to the head. The slaughter had not ceased. Over thirty thugs, none survived, all decapitated. Big Wolf was the last one remaining. He was terrified and quickly leapt into a car. Just as he started the engine, the glass shattered, a large hand gripping his throat, slamming him against the steering wheel repeatedly. Even Walter yanked out the car door, with Big Wolf inside. "Mr. Walter, please..." His first thought was to beg for mercy. Big Wolf, an infamous figure in Draconia's underworld, now grovelled like a slave. Kneeling, ignoring his head wounds, he desperately licked Walter's shoes. "Who ordered you to do this!" Walter tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and felt the rain wash away the blood on his face. His white mourning robe had turned completely red with blood. "The Clayton family wanted your family's house and land, but those two old fools... no, your parents were too stubborn, insisting on waiting for you to return!" "So, Aiden Clayton offered me thirty grand to..." Big Wolf fell silent as Walter suddenly lowered his head. His eyes emanated a murderous aura. "Just thirty grand, huh..." "Hahaha... just thirty grand..." Walter covered his face with one hand, tears streaming through his fingers. His laughter brimmed with sorrow and madness. "Just thirty grand, and my parents were gone. You bastards! I'll give you three hundred grand and return my parents to me!" Suddenly, Walter roared, his voice like thunder echoing in the air. The next second, his dagger came crashing down. Big Wolf's body convulsed, unable to utter a sound as a bloodline appeared on his forehead. Walter turned away, heading toward the gravestone. Behind him, Big Wolf's body split in two, spilling viscera. The blood stench spread. "Dad, Mom, I'll make those who harmed you suffer the most excruciating punishment!" "I will annihilate the Clayton family as an offering to your spirits" "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. I came back too late." Walter knelt once more, his head crashing against the ground, shattering the concrete slab. Suddenly, his phone rang. Walter took a deep breath. His eyes radiated an icy chill, the murderous aura palpable. "Walter, have you visited Mom and Dad? Come back soon, I'm scared." On the phone, Freya had woken up. Just earlier, Walter had sent his sister to the hospital. "Okay, I'll bring you something tasty when I get back. I'm on my way." Upon hearing his sister's voice, the murderous aura in Walter's eyes vanished, replaced by warmth. "Okay, I'll wait for you." "Alright, I have to go, the nurse is here," Freya replied obediently. "Time to pay up, little girl. This room needs to be vacated. You can't stay here any longer, move to the corridor!" Just as he hung up, Walter heard the conversation over the phone.