Chapter 279


    The Crestfalls of the capital were not just here for a funeral!


    The dignitaries of Sumeria got anxious.


    Brus and his family were nervous and worried. They all knew Idris hade for them!


    “My loyal man, my trusty servant, Withered Valentine..


    Idris looked at Brus, Luna, and the others who were at the very end. A frosty look appeared on his


    face “He died because of the Crestfalls of Sumeria. That is why, today is also the day that we mourn


    them!”


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    He sounded chilly as he uttered each and every word loudly.


    As his voice subsided, two ghastly figures appeared before Brus and the others. They were Hex the


    Demon Monk and the Pale Schr. They carried intense killing intent and wore grim looks on their


    faces.


    “Brus Crestfall.”


    Hex’s bloodshot eyes looked white. It was actually the frost that formed because of his extreme anger.


    “Are you stepping inside on your own, or… shall I do you the pleasure by killing you and then shoving


    you inside?”


    As his words subsided, a sandstorm happened. It was so depressing that it would push one into


    despair.


    “Hex, Pale Schr.” Brus said solemnly and fearlessly, “We are sorry for your loss too. My


    condolences. But our family has nothing to do with your brother’s death. Do investigate and find out the


    truth before you do anything rash. We are willing to make an offering as a token of respect for yourte


    brother as well.”


    Brus then signaled Harry who presented a bank card.


    “Money?”


    Hex cackled disdain, sounding like a cold–blooded beast.


    “My brother’s life is not something money can buy!” Hex red at Brus. He saw his own reflection in


    the man’s eyes. “I don’t need money. I want the lives of everyone in your family!”


    When he finally revealed his intention, everyone in the Crestfalls was horrified.


    Brus wore a frosty expression and yelled, “Men! Show yourself!”


    Swoosh!


    Countless hitmen revealed themselves among the attendees.


    It was Brus‘st resort. He would lower himself first and offer some money to Hex, but if the man


    refused to ept the goodwill, then he would have to prepare for a fierce battle.


    Brus did not order his men to attack because it would be the worst decision and thest resort.


    He stared at Hex and said heavily, “Hex, I don’t want to stand against you. Give me a number, and I will


    gather the amount the best I can.


    “But if you insist on taking our lives, we will fight back and we will do everything we can to make sure


    you go down with us!”


    Brus sounded firm and decisive, but Hex did not take him seriously.


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    He nced at the hitmen from the audience and scoffed. “You really think the men you hired are strong


    enough to drag us down with you? You are going down today, every one of you! And I am certain that


    you won’t be dragging us down!”


    Then, Hex’s murderous aura erupted from his eyes. He bellowed, “Brother, kill them!”


    Spoof!


    The Pale Schr disappeared from the spot. He moved so fast that he left afterimages in his trail as he


    darted toward one of the hitmen.


    Ugh!


    Before the hitman could react, the Pale Schr dug his eyes out.


    When the hitman cried in pain, the Pale Schr shoved the eyeballs into his mouth, forcing him to


    swallow them.


    Then, he fanned out the iron fan that he wielded and sliced the man’s stomach. Intestines and organs


    spilled out from the opening.


    The gory scene shocked many of the dignitaries, shocking them and causing them to throw up on the


    spot.


    They feared the Pale Schr like nothing before.


    It was brutal and gory!


    The Pale Schr, as his name suggested, looked pale and quiet, but his methods were as cold as a


    serial killer. He did not even flinch when he killed the man.


    Everyone was shocked by his method.


    The dignitaries were horrified.


    The Pale Schr looked horrifying as if he was a ghost that everyone was afraid of


    Swoosh!


    Spoof!


    St!


    The Pale Schr shuttled around the hitmen like a ghost, reaping their lives at a lightning–fast speed.


    No one was able to match his speed, let alone respond to his kills.


    A whileter, all the hitmen were killed. The bustling city square was turned into a gory scene of


    murder. Blood and organs sttered, and the stench of blood filled the air.