The masked people froze. Since they were wearing masks, nobody could tell what their expressions
were at the time.
Floraâs bloody eyes squinted, and she smiled with bloodthirst. âSo it looks like all of you are prepared
for death. Clever. How about this? Since you guys are so cooperative, Iâll let you die swiftly, and I wonât
chop your body up. Iâd even dig a hole to bury your bodies too.â
âGood thinking! By that time, the hole should be enough to bury the three of you!â
At that time, an old man stood up abruptly. It was Keith. After knowing that the Rockefellers were in
trouble, he rushed over to provide some help.
A hot tempered half-stepped grandmaster huffed at Keithâs words. âDo you want to die first, old man?
Fine, Iâll grant you your wish. Iâll make sure that youâd be so crushed that you donât deserve to be
buried!â
After saying this, the half-stepped grandmaster immediately launched an attack. With this, he revealed
his strength as a half-stepped grandmaster, lunging toward the crowd.
âHold on!â Flora voiced out.
Seemingly obedient to Sister Flora, the half-stepped grandmaster stopped his attack.
She stared at the people in front of her and asked, âWhoâs Brittany Rockefeller?â
âI am!â Brittany replied.
âGood! Your son has made a grave mistake. I suppose you already know that, right? Thatâs why
anyone whoâs even remotely related to your son must be beheaded and presented as a sacrifice to the
person he killed. So tell me, do you have any other relatives?â
Upon hearing this, everyone present became infuriated. âTheyâre actually trying to behead anyone
remotely related to Alex?â
âIf they really wanted to achieve that, theyâd have to cut off more than tens of thousands of heads!â
âIâm his aunt. So, do you dare to behead me?â A gorgeous woman walked into the hall. Donning a long,
white dress and a pair of white stilettos, she looking as though she didnât belong in this mortal realm.
It was Aunt Rockefeller. She had arrived ages ago but had to use the restroom just now.
âSo youâre Alex Rockefellerâs aunt? Alright, Iâll count you in. Anyone else?â
âIâm his future wife, so do I count?â Waltz stood up.
âHis fiancé definitely counts.â
âIâm his sister, do I count?â Holly said.
âYep!â
âHow about his godsister?â Maya spoke up. She, too, had initially wanted to say that she was his future
wife, but there were just too many people around here, and she couldnât bring herself to say that out
loud. However, to Flora, these people were much closer to Alex than any of his relatives. Hence, all of
them should be counted in this slaughter.
This was why everyone here needed to be beheaded.
âSister, are we killing them or not?â The hot tempered half-stepped grandmaster was starting to get
annoyed.
âThere are too many of them, so I donât think we can bring all of them back. After we kill, letâs just bring
their heads back. Itâs the same anyway.â Flora smiled.
âAlright! I love carrying heads!â
The half-stepped grandmaster seemed excited. However, just as he said that a red glow flashed
through his neck. His head looked as if it was a building block that was misplaced, toppling down his
shoulders and rolling on the floor multiple times.
His head had been moved.
âAhh!!!â
The other half-stepped grandmaster shrieked.
This was⦠Way too impossible to happen in real life. His partner was just killed right before his eyes.
He couldnât even tell who beheaded him.
Flora was extremely confused as well.
âWho was it? Who did this?â She backed three steps away and yelled, visibly puzzled. Initially, she
thought this would be some easy mission, but she changed her mind now. The situation seemed to be
slowly turning against their favor.
âMe!â Aunt Rockefeller raised her hand. âSorry, I killed him.â
âYou⦠How did you do it?â
Floraâs focus was on everyone else in the room. Hence she didnât notice what Aunt Rockefeller had
done.
With this question, Aunt Rockefeller raised her hand slightly, lightly gesturing toward the other half-
stepped grandmaster.
Within the next second, the other half-stepped grandmasterâs head tumbled backward as well.
His eyes were still moving at the time, but the wound looked like it was severely burnt. There wasnât
even a drop of blood.