Chapter 3: Help Me Kill Someone

Words : 2005 Updated : Dec 17th, 2025

"Aunt Juliet, how has she been?" A softness flickered in Jaden Waller's eyes as he asked. "To be honest, not well. She's completely fallen out with her family. The Shadboult family want to marry her off to Berton. She'd rather die than agree. They forbade her from going to the Waller ancestral home to pay respects, but she insisted, and in the end they threw her out." Juliet Lashbrook's gaze brimmed with pity. "She's such a good girl. It really breaks my heart." "I… I didn't know." Jaden started to speak, then trailed off. He truly hadn't known. All he knew was that when the Shadboult family tried to break the engagement, Melina Shadboult refused to accept it. Enraged, they locked her up. After that, he left Jenos and went to Blanc Peak. And then… no news of Melina at all. "She's been waiting quietly for you. Since you're back, go see her," Juliet said. "Don't let her down." "Mm." Jaden nodded. "Aunt Juliet, do you know where she's living?" "I don't know where she lives, but I know where she works. Darion Group." "Darion Group. Got it," Jaden said with a nod. "Let's eat first. It won't be too late to go after," Juliet said with a smile. "Oh, and wear a hat when you head out. Try not to get recognized. If the Four Great Families learn you're back, they'll come looking for trouble. You just beat up people from the Hoez family-Patrick Hoez won't let that slide." "It's fine, Aunt Juliet," Jaden said offhandedly. Even if they didn't come for him, he planned to visit them one by one. "Aunt Juliet, how come I've never heard of the Hoez family?" he asked. "A lot changed in Jenos these past five years. The Hoez family only rose in recent years. They're surging, with a powerful background, currently second only to the Four Great Families. Their businesses are mostly in entertainment-KTVs, bars, underground gambling-they've practically monopolized them." Juliet paused, then added, "Most importantly, the Hoez family have always been close to the Lyson family. Rumor has it the Lysons propped them up. That's how they grew so fast in Jenos." "The Lyson family, huh." Jaden's eyes turned cold. "Back when the Waller family fell, the first to kick us when we were down and seize our assets was the Lyson family, wasn't it? I'll settle that account properly." "Aunt Juliet, why did the Hoez family target you?" Jaden asked, puzzled. "After the Waller family fell, no company dared hire me. They were all afraid of offending the Four Great Families. With nowhere to go, I had to sing at a bar." She exhaled. "That bar belongs to Patrick Hoez. He wanted me to entertain his guests. I refused and quit on the spot. That offended him." "Son of a bitch." Jaden's fist tightened. "All right, all right, let's not dwell on unhappy things," Juliet said, forcing a small smile. "I'll cook. You sit." "Aunt Juliet, need a hand?" Jaden asked. He couldn't just sit there and wait to be fed in someone else's home. "No need. Oh-put the clothes on the sofa in the washer for me," she called as she headed toward the kitchen. She had just stepped through the doorway when something occurred to her. She hurried back. "Better let me-" She stopped short. Jaden held up a pair of black stockings, looking them over. "Aunt Juliet, why are these socks so long? And there are white ones and red ones too. If you wash them together, won't the colors bleed?" After five years on the mountain, Jaden had been completely cut off from the world. He had no idea that black stockings and fishnets had long become everyday wear-over-the-knee socks, knee-highs, thigh-highs, bodystockings, even the racy kinds. The sheer variety would have made his head spin. Juliet hurried over, scooped up the clothes off the sofa, cheeks flushing, and rushed into the bathroom without answering his questions. She tossed the clothes into the washer, set it to run, and only then went to cook. Jaden stood there, a little dazed. "Did I say something wrong?" Meanwhile. The Hoez family. In their ancestral home, dozens of men in black burst in and strode straight through the halls. Wherever they passed, people toppled. Blood ran like a river. One word: kill. Two words: wholesale slaughter. "Who are you people?" Lance Hoez, head of the family, stepped out of the main hall. The sight before him made his voice crack. There were already forty or fifty corpses on the floor. "Which one is Patrick Hoez?" The leader of the black-clad men shattered a charging guard with a single punch, then lifted his gaze and asked coldly. From start to finish, no ripple touched his eyes. For him, killing was like eating or drinking. "Hurry and notify the Lyson family!" Lance barked to a servant, staring at the carnage in horror. The bodies on the ground were all Hoez family guards, each one an elite-every one of them a Warrior Level Martial Artist. Among ordinary people, that was the ceiling. On the street, one could take seven or eight without breaking a sweat, on par with top-tier special forces. And yet in a matter of moments, they had been wiped out. Not one survived. "What deep grudge do you have with the Hoez family?" Lance asked, fear, rage, and shock twisting his face. "Why break in and start killing?" "Your son offended our young master," the leader said. "That unfilial wretch-causing trouble again!" Lance forced his tone steady. "Name your price. Our Hoez family will compensate. Please, stay your hand and spare my son. From today on, you'll be a friend of our family." "Sorry. Whoever the young master wants dead must die," the man in black said, shaking his head. "Where is this young master? Could I meet him? There must be a misunderstanding. I'm willing to explain face-to-face," Lance said, dragging it out as long as he could. Just then, Patrick Hoez walked in, bewildered. He stared at the bodies littering the courtyard and froze. "Dad, what happened? Who did this? Who the hell dares kill people in my house? Tired of living?" Patrick cursed as he strode in. "Patrick! Run!" Lance shouted toward the door when he saw his son walk in at the worst moment. "Run? Run where? Dad, why are you on your knees? Who are these guys to storm into my house and kill people?" Patrick moved to help him up. A cold flash of steel flickered. Thud. Patrick's head dropped to the floor and slowly rolled to a stop at Lance's feet, eyes bulging. The leader wiped his blade clean without expression, then turned to leave. At the threshold, he tossed back a line: "If you want revenge, come find me at Jenos Goldia Mansion." … Blossom Estates. After dinner, Jaden headed out in a hurry. He had barely stepped out of the complex when his phone rang. It was Nier, one of Longevity Hall's two Protectors-the leader of the black-clad men. "Young Master!" Nier's voice was respectful. "How did it go?" Jaden's face was like ice. "Is that piece of trash dead?" "Reporting to Young Master, the target has been eliminated," Nier said coolly. "We met some resistance and had to kill a few dozen more." Nier was one of Longevity Hall's two Protectors. Beyond the Ten Elders, Longevity Hall had two Protectors, Four Heavenly Kings, Six Vajras, and more. They were the Hall's top combat strength.

Chapter 3: Help Me Kill Someone

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