Chapter 6: Godbane Hall Mobilized

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The others sensed something was off and turned toward the doorway. Bruce and Grayson kept their presence completely suppressed; no one there could sense how dangerous they were. Samson trembled only because Bruce had fixed his murderous intent on him, pinning him in place. He didn't dare move a muscle. Among everyone there, only Trey sensed something was off. "What do you think you're doing?" "Get out of the way, or I'll hack the two of you down with the rest." A low-level thug bellowed at the entrance, trying to intimidate them. Bruce stood expressionless, unmoving. That kind of trash didn't even deserve a glance. Grayson's eyes narrowed. He shot forward like an arrow and reached the man before he could even gasp. His hand clamped around the man's throat. Snap! He broke the neck cleanly, sending the thug straight to his grave. The speed Grayson showed made Trey and every Black Dragon Gang member's scalp prickle. Was that even human? He looked like a ghost gliding in. Grayson swept the room with a cold gaze and barked, "Where's the boss of the Black Dragon Gang?" At that, everyone flinched and drew back. The men around Luca Warth silently backed off, exposing him sprawled in the corner. They had no choice. Grayson moved too decisively. If they hesitated, they feared he'd snap their necks too. "You bastards!" Luca coughed blood and cursed, furious enough to die. These cowards talked the biggest game, but when trouble hit, they ran faster than anyone. Grayson stepped in front of Luca. He reached out and crushed Luca's shoulder, then flung him into the center of the hall. Bang! The entire hall shuddered. Spiderweb cracks spread across the central floor. Luca's body curled into a ball, blood gushing from his mouth. He looked like he was coming apart at the seams, drenched in cold sweat, too wracked with pain even to cry out. Bruce moved forward, each step landing on the heart of everyone present. With every pace, his fearsome presence grew more feral, as if a world-ending demon lord had come down among mortals. The invisible pressure smothered them; cold sweat poured. They understood one thing with chilling clarity: the man who'd just moved like a devil was only this man's subordinate. If the subordinate was that frightening, what kind of monster was Bruce? Bruce stopped and looked down at Luca. He asked in an ice-cold voice, "Where is the child?" Luca shuddered. He looked at Samson in panic and choked out through the agony, "Samson... save me!" Samson, terrified but forcing himself to keep up appearances, gave Bruce a martial salute. "Hey, I..." Bang! Bruce flicked his hand, and a bloody hole tore through Samson's chest. A spray of blood mist burst out behind him. Samson lowered his head in disbelief to stare at the ruin in his chest, then looked up at Bruce in horror. He'd been hit from across the room. Who exactly was this man? Thud! Samson crashed to the floor, eyes bulging. He died with his eyes wide open. Even after the breath left him, his eyes remained full of terror. The hall fell deathly silent. Luca and the others stared at Bruce, shock ripping through them like a storm. How could this be? Jenton's number one fighter, killed outright with a single strike? He was a veteran Fourth-Rank Martial Master, a figure who called the shots in Jenton's martial arts world. Even a Third-Rank Martial King at peak power shouldn't have been able to kill him so easily. Death's shadow swallowed Luca and his crew. It was like every nerve was being twisted, sending stabbing pain through them. Faces blanched; they felt utterly doomed. Luca, scared witless and shaking, looked at Bruce as if seeing a demon who had slaughtered countless lives. Bruce's gaze slid back to him. He didn't speak, but the cold in his eyes made Luca's body quake. "Are you looking for... Jane?" Terrified by Bruce's ruthlessness, Luca didn't dare lie. He'd bullied innocents and done evil for years, thinking he was a real tough guy. Facing Bruce, he finally understood what true toughness looked like. Hearing her name, Bruce's nose stung. He had failed to protect them before, a debt he could never wash away. From now on, he would never leave them on their own again and never let them face a night like this. Across the room, Trey's eyes lit with relief. "You're here to save Amelia and Jane too?" Bruce spared him a look and nodded. He seized Luca by the throat and asked, in a voice like ice, "Where are they?" Seeing Bruce's eyes up close, Luca shook uncontrollably. "If I tell you, can you let me go?" The words had barely left his mouth when Luca howled at the ceiling, body twisting in agony. One arm had been twisted up like a pretzel. Under Bruce's icy gaze, Luca's mental defenses collapsed. He dissolved into tears and sobs. "I'll talk. I'll talk!" "They're kept in the bathroom of Private Room Three on the fourth floor." "In the bathroom?" Grayson's brows shot up, fury blazing in his eyes. "Boss, this scum dared treat the little princess like that. Give him to me. I'll make sure he can't die even if he begs for it." Bruce's rage exploded. He wrenched Luca's other arm and snapped it, then tossed Luca to Grayson like garbage. He turned to Trey and said coldly, "Spare him. Kill the rest." Before the words had faded, Bruce flashed toward the stairs. Urgency and dread clawing at him, he reached Private Room Three on the fourth floor, smashed the wooden door, and stepped inside. One glance made his heart jolt. The bathroom door stood open, and the guard at the doorway had been knocked down. Something was off about that. He strode to the bathroom. Fury climbed his spine. His blood boiled, and his rage exploded. "Bring that piece of trash up here!" His roar made the glass around him tremble, echoing through the entire entertainment complex. By the time Luca was dragged into the suite, he was slick with blood and stank of urine and feces. Bruce hurled him into the bathroom and snarled, "Where is she?!" Luca turned with difficulty, stared at the empty bathroom, and shook his head in terror. "I don't know. I don't know." "Don't let him die too fast," Bruce growled and darted out. He'd seen the suite's surveillance cameras, which had a clear view of the bathroom. If he found the control room, he could see the truth. On the second floor, he kicked in the door to the monitoring room, killed the hiding Black Dragon Gang members with a single slap, and rushed to pull up the feed from Private Room Three. He watched his daughter, Jane, locked in the bathroom, slapped several times, then kicked. The killing intent rolling off him felt almost tangible. Seeing that small figure trembling in the corner, his whole body shook with rage. Tears slipped free. How helpless had she been, how despairing? These animals deserved to be torn apart. Every helpless "Daddy" felt like another knife to the heart. He was gutted. Forcing himself to ride the tide of fury, he scrubbed the footage to the end. A figure in a black cloak burst into the room and carried Jane out in a rush. "Aaaah!!!" Bruce could no longer hold back the flood. He kicked the machine in front of him and blew it apart. He pulled out his phone and roared, "All combat personnel of Godbane Hall, assemble in Jenton, Aryn, immediately." "I'm going to tear Jenton apart."

Chapter 6: Godbane Hall Mobilized

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