Chapter 4: Some Brat Who Doesn't Know His Place

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The gunshot cracked through the air! The banquet hall erupted into chaos. Women screamed and squeezed their eyes shut. The timid ones collapsed onto the floor, legs giving out beneath them… Then something even more unbelievable happened in the blink of an eye. Brock Yale moved like lightning. Two fingers snapped out, as casual as pinching a cigarette, and caught the shrieking bullet mid-flight… The sight hit everyone present like a hammer. "Did you see that? He… he caught a bullet with his hand!" "Oh my God… what is this, a movie?" "Is he… is he even human? I can't believe what I'm seeing!" Pierce Oldakers's mind had already turned into a storm. Even the hand holding the gun trembled. "Y-you… what are you? A man or a ghost?" "You tell me." Brock Yale let out a soft, mocking snort. "Click!" A crisp snap rang out. Pierce's vision blurred for an instant. In the next second, the pistol in his hand had come apart completely, its pieces blasting away for dozens of yards before embedding themselves in the walls, scattered like shrapnel… From this close, and he still hadn't even seen how Brock Yale struck. "You only get one chance." Brock Yale angled his gaze at Pierce's terror-stricken face. His voice was so cold it raised gooseflesh. "Talk. Who was it that wiped out the Yale family back then?" Brock Yale remembered those black-clad men well. They had moved with frightening skill. Later, he learned they were all martial artists, nothing like the Oldakers family's hired thugs and bodyguards. "I…" Pierce's teeth clacked. Instinctively, he started to confess, but as the words reached his lips, his eyes flicked toward a round-faced man nearby. He immediately changed course. "I don't know!" He did know. He just didn't dare say it. Even if it meant dying… Brock Yale's expression darkened. The Oldakers family already counted as one of Zerton's top clans. For Pierce to choose death over naming the one behind it all meant that person's power and background were anything but ordinary. "I told you. One chance." With that, Brock Yale lifted his hand, ready to finish Pierce off. "Wait!" A round-faced, middle-aged man spoke up from the side. Brock Yale turned to him, eyes narrowing. "Who are you?" The man's tone was neither servile nor arrogant. "I am Nathaniel Lidyard, head of the Lidyard family of Zerton, and I have the honor of serving as an adviser under the King of Zerton." He stared Brock Yale down. "Young man, you stormed the Oldakers family's villa, wrecked their banquet, and you still intend to kill someone in public. Have you really been treating the King of Zerton as if he doesn't exist?" Brock Yale's sword-like brows drew together, then he gave a short laugh of disdain. "The King of Zerton… what kind of thing is that supposed to be?" The hall exploded. This was Zerton. The "King of Zerton" was, as the name implied, Zerton's king. Big or small, Zerton's affairs could be decided with a single word from him. He also commanded one hundred thousand Zerton Guards. Whoever dared to slight him would pay a devastating price. Seeking revenge on the Oldakers family was one thing. But provoking the King of Zerton too? Had Brock Yale lost his mind? "Brother Brock…" Vienna Scurr's heart swelled with boundless admiration. On Zerton's turf, anyone who dared to say something like that was almost unheard of. Besides Brock Yale, she doubted there was a second. A man who feared no authority at all… it was overwhelming. Dominant. Irresistibly magnetic. Onyx Scurr and his wife also widened their eyes. Watching everything Brock Yale had done that day, they couldn't help but wonder what he had lived through over the past ten years… what could have turned that once gentle, even slightly timid boy into the imposing young man standing before them. "What did you say?!" Nathaniel Lidyard's brows shot up. He pointed at Brock Yale and bellowed, "Brock Yale, do you have any idea what kind of consequences come with words like that?" "All I have to do is call the King of Zerton, and you'll die without even a grave!" "Is that so?" Brock Yale chuckled quietly. "Then call him. But do it farther away. Don't get in my way." He flicked his hand. Nathaniel Lidyard's bulky body lifted off the ground at once, thrown like a ball. He tumbled and crashed through several tables before finally coming to a stop… and didn't move again. "Hahaha…" A booming laugh suddenly rolled in from outside the doors. Everyone turned. A broad-backed, thick-shouldered man strode in with heavy steps, his voice stern with authority. "You've got some nerve, kid. You even dare to provoke the King of Zerton? That's like hanging yourself on your own birthday. You're tired of living." "Brother Upsall!" Pierce Oldakers's eyes lit up the instant he saw him. "Zerton Guards, Commandant-Anakin Upsall!" A sharp intake of breath swept the hall. "Anakin Upsall is one of the Zerton Guards' ten commandants! Why is he here?" "The Oldakers family's connections are insane!" "That Yale kid's finished… he's a commandant. He's got a hundred soldiers under him. How is anyone supposed to fight that?" Anakin Upsall swept his gaze over the Oldakers family's bodyguards sprawled everywhere and gave a scornful smile. He thumped his chest for Pierce. "Brother Pierce, relax. With me here today, no one's laying a finger on you." "Men!" Before the word even finished leaving his mouth, dozens of fully armed soldiers poured in through the doors. They were the Zerton Guards' elite. Their movements were sharp. Their presence was savage. As soon as they formed up, a killing chill flooded the Oldakers family's grand hall. Even the children who had been crying fell silent. "Brother Brock!" Seeing Brock Yale outmatched, Vienna Scurr tried to rush forward, worry written all over her face, but her parents held her back with an iron grip. Onyx Scurr's brow knotted tight. A commandant of the Zerton Guards had shown up. Everything was spiraling out of control. "Is the King of Zerton really getting involved?" Brock Yale's voice stayed flat as he cut a sideways glance at Anakin Upsall and the soldiers behind him. Anakin Upsall laughed loudly, chin lifted in arrogance. "Kid, you really don't know your place." "What status do you think the King of Zerton has?!" "He can't be bothered with something this small!" "Small?" Brock Yale didn't let him finish. He cut in, voice turning razor-cold. "The lives of thirty-three members of the Yale family are a small matter?" "Then what?" Anakin Upsall gave a nasty grin. "You think it's some big, earth-shaking tragedy?" "Hahaha…" Brock Yale laughed in fury. The lives of his entire clan, thirty-three people, were nothing but weeds in their eyes. "People who think they're untouchable." His gaze hardened. "Then go and be buried with the Yale family." Anakin Upsall snorted. "Some brat who doesn't know his place. Take him!" "Move!" The moment the order fell, the four soldiers closest to Brock Yale lunged. The others didn't budge. In their eyes, four elites were more than enough. After all, they were all martial artists of the Yellow Realm. "Whoosh!" Brock Yale struck in an instant. The four soldiers didn't even understand what happened. They were already sent flying, bodies crashing to the floor, knocked unconscious. "What the hell?!" Anakin Upsall's brows slammed together.

Chapter 4: Some Brat Who Doesn't Know His Place

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