Chapter 11: The Looske Estate

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"Not long ago, the Looskes met with some people in secret. They covered their tracks, and we don't have any leads on who they were yet." Elijah Quinny's fist tightened. So the Looskes were involved after all. "Keep digging. Start moving on the Looske family." "Yes." Zero didn't hesitate; he relayed the order immediately. What does it cost to enrage a borderland king? He'll wipe out your whole clan. Years of border war had forged Elijah into a blade; he had cut down every enemy, leaving no survivors. That leave‑no‑survivors approach made his name feared, yet the frontier stayed safe for years. Now the Looskes had crossed a line he doesn't bend on. On this, he would not yield. That very afternoon, Elijah went to the Looske estate. Two house guards at the gate stepped in to block him. "What do you want? You don't just stroll into the Looskes' place." Elijah gave them a cold glance, then said evenly, "Tell your master this: if he refuses to see me now, he won't get another chance." "Listen to him. Quit putting on airs-who do you think you are?" The guard jeered, mocking him like a big shot. He had barely finished when his body lifted and shot backward. Bang! The shut gate burst open as he slammed into it. The other guard stood gaping at Elijah, too terrified to speak. Elijah didn't bother with the pair. He walked in, step by measured step, like the Grim Reaper himself. Moments later, heavy thuds sounded in quick succession. Thud, thud, thud. The remaining guard finally snapped out of it. He rushed into the courtyard, then immediately abandoned the idea of opposing Elijah. The ground was littered with Looske bodyguards, sprawled in every posture imaginable, each felled with a single move. Some lay unconscious. Some had their arms or legs broken. Others were barely clinging to life, groaning in pain. Was this still the stronghold of Riveria's eminent Looske family? It looked like a hellscape. He fumbled out his walkie-talkie and shouted, "People, get here, quick! Someone broke into the Looske estate, and our men are all down!" The Looske compound erupted into chaos. No one had believed such a thing could happen. In peacetime, for an outsider to storm a family's home like this brazenly-and worse, for an entire courtyard to fail to stop him-it defied belief. By the time Elijah reached the main reception hall, a crowd had gathered: several martial artists in white training uniforms, and the Looske clansmen who had hurried over. Ashton Looske saw Elijah and frowned. "Who are you?" Arlo Looske, the second son, snapped, "Name yourself." Elijah let out a quiet, contemptuous laugh. "Didn't you send Leanna Yare to find me? Why play dumb and ask who I am?" He brushed their words aside as if they were gnats. Eyes widened all around; surprise flickered over the faces of the Looskes. They had sent Leanna to test whether this man still had a soft spot. They hadn't expected him to show up like this. A warm chuckle rose from the patriarch. Ian Looske said, "Bold as hell-young and fearless. You break into our house alone and leave so many of our men gravely hurt." He tilted his head. "If we hand this to the Peacekeeping Bureau, what do you think they'll charge you with?" "The Peacekeeping Bureau can't touch me." Elijah held his gaze, cold and steady. "You Looskes have racked up so much evil you're on borrowed time. You're the ones who should worry about surviving what comes." "Oh?" Ian's face dipped a shade darker. Elijah's presence filled the room, the force rolling off him pressing the air right out of their lungs. Here, on the Looskes' own turf, the very fact that he could do this was staggering. "Nonsense." Ashton snorted and lifted his chin. "You snatched Felix and then came here to provoke us? Do you really think the Looske family can do nothing to you?" Elijah strode past the lot of them. The fighters guarding the doorway went rigid the instant he drew near, eyes bulging, bodies refusing to move. It wasn't that they didn't want to raise a hand; they couldn't. The pressure pouring off him made it hard for them to breathe. He looked them over, cool as ice. "I'm not here for Felix Looske today. I'm here for my daughter, Jolie Quinny." Ian kept his kindly look, all harmless smiles. Ashton's mouth curled. Arlo let out a dismissive grunt and said, "Mr. Quinny, how amusing. If you want your daughter, go look for her. Why storm our house and injure our people? What are you really after?" A gaudy, voluptuous woman at his side sneered, "Exactly. Just some little nobody. You don't really think the Looskes would bother with a kid like that, do you?" She was Arlo's wife, Kylee, sharp-tongued and, among the Looske women, a queen bee. Elijah's eyes cut to her, cold as a blade. In an instant, it was like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over her; her knees gave way and she crashed to the floor, staring at him in naked terror. Arlo sprang up and snapped, "Hey, kid-what do you think you're doing? This is the Looskes' house. You really think you can do whatever you want here?" Elijah ignored him. He fixed his gaze on the few before him and spoke slowly, each word heavy. "Here's the deal. I want to know exactly what happened to my daughter. Tell me the truth and maybe I cut you some slack. If you keep playing dumb, I'll wipe you off the map."

Chapter 11: The Looske Estate

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