Chapter 4: Instant Kill

Words : 2312 Updated : Jun 19th, 2025

The crowd collectively sucked in a cold breath. It was a wedding day, yet someone sent a bloodstained coffin. "Holy crap! Who's got the guts to send a coffin to the Everett family wedding? And it's a bloody coffin too!" "Are they looking to get themselves killed?!" The Everett family members' faces turned dark with anger. Marcus looked like he'd just swallowed a mouthful of crap. As everyone stared in shock, a handsome young man walked in, holding the hand of a frail girl, a black plastic bag dripping blood from his other hand. It was Allan and Daniella. Allan had been a social outcast for five years, and the authorities had wiped all his records. Years of training had changed him so much that almost no one recognized him. But everyone recognized Daniella right away. "Isn't that the Shaw family's ugly daughter? What's she doing here? And who's the guy with her?" "Damn, he's holding her hand? He must have some weird tastes!" "She might be ugly, but she's got a killer body. Bet she's amazing naked." All their nasty gossip made it loud and clear to Allan and Daniella. Daniella bit down on her lip. Allan's eyes turned icy. In a flash, he moved, and the sound of slaps rang out. In seconds, everyone who talked trash had swollen, bruised faces, missing teeth, and blood foaming from their mouths. "Talk smack about Daniella, you deserve a beating!" Allan's eyes flashed with danger. The crowd stared at Allan, shocked, trying to figure out who he was. He had some serious nerve, bringing a bloodstained coffin to crash a wedding, then beating people up. "It's you, bitch! Where's Chris?" Griffin asked. "You mean this bastard?" Allan smirked and tossed a black plastic bag. A bloody head flew out and dropped into Griffin's hands. "Chris! You... you killed him!" Griffin bellowed. "He's just a butler," Allan said calmly. "Who the hell dares to cause trouble at the wedding?!" Marcus shouted, his face pale with rage. "What is your connection to the Shaw family that you'd stand up for this ugly woman?" Abby sneered, "He's probably her man. That tramp loves seducing guys. Looks like acid wasn't enough. We should've burned her skin!" Daniella's whole body shook. Her ruined looks were her deepest pain. "Ugly? You must be the one who tried to marry up and trashed Daniella, right?" Allan frowned. "That's me. What, you wanna stick up for her? You're looking for trouble!" "For such an ugly woman, you oppose the Everett family. Do you have a peculiar taste?" Griffin eyed Allan with a smirk, his gaze lingering over Daniella, snickering creepily. "You've got a filthy mouth!" Allan's eyes went cold. He grabbed a steak knife from the table in a split second and hurled it at Griffin. Whoosh! Griffin's right hand was severed, blood gushing as his wrist was cleanly cut. "Ah!!" Griffin collapsed, screaming in agony. "Griffin!" Marcus's face twisted in rage. "Call an ambulance!" "Honey!" Abby clutched her chest, her gaze icy. "No need for an ambulance. By the time it arrives, you'll all be dead!" Allan's voice was cold, his demeanor chilling. "Who are you? The Everett family didn't offend you. Why target us?" Marcus roared, seething with anger. "I'm sending you to death," Allan replied nonchalantly. "Dad, stop talking to this fool. Kill him! He took my hand. I want him dead!" "Seize him!" Marcus commanded. A horde of black-clad bodyguards rushed at Allan, wielding steel rods. "Die!" The bodyguards surrounded Allan, their steel rods crashing down with lethal intent. These were seasoned mercenaries, their strikes capable of breaking bones. As the rods descended, Allan moved with ghostly speed. In a single breath, he stopped. The crowd gasped in shock. Dozens of bodyguards lay on the ground, groaning in agony, their limbs shattered, incapacitated. "Pathetic!" Griffin spat, his face dark with anger. "A martial artist, I see. No wonder you're causing trouble! But this ends here!" Marcus turned to a man in black beside him. "Mr. Hurst, your turn." A burly man stepped forward, his presence radiating power. Tyron Hurst, head of the Drager Taekwondo Dojo in Junbert, held a seventh-degree black belt. In Taekwondo, belts range from white to black, with black being the highest. A second-degree black belt could open a dojo, while a seventh-degree was an honor. Despite his youth, Tyron's prowess was exceptional. Tyron nodded coolly, "Leave it to me." He faced Allan, speaking with arrogance, "Boy, this is the Everett family estate, not a place for your antics. Kneel at the entrance and await judgment after the wedding!" "This matter doesn't concern you. I'm here to wipe out the Everett family. Those uninvolved, stay out of it, or face death!" Allan's voice was icy. The crowd's eyes widened, staring at Allan in disbelief. Tyron's eyelid twitched. Such boldness! Even the powerful couldn't utter such threats lightly in this lawful society. "Boy, you're quite cocky. Since you're so obstinate, today marks your death anniversary!" Tyron smirked at Allan. But before he could finish, Allan launched a punch. The crowd froze in shock. Allan, having survived countless life-and-death battles in Prison Zero against the world's most vicious criminals, knew that actions weigh more than words. Bang! Like a raging river, Allan's punch thundered forth, mighty and unstoppable. Feeling the overwhelming power of Allan's punch, Tyron's face changed. He couldn't afford to underestimate it. He braced to defend. Boom! A muffled explosion echoed. In an instant, Tyron screamed in agony. His arms shattered, his chest burst open, blood and flesh gushing, piercing through his back. "You're so strong. You're a martial artist... Fetch my master!" Tyron fell backward with a thud, lifeless.

Chapter 4: Instant Kill

Comments (0)