Chapter 110
Kayson chuckled. âBe here in half an hour, or you might not get to see your son for the last time
before he dies.â
Kayson crushed the phone by stepping on it and looked at Hector. âWhat are you going to do?â
Hector felt chills down his spine just from Kayson's gaze.
âHave you seen hell?â Kayson chortled and went up, crippling Hector's four limbs amidst the latter's
anguished cries. He then pulled out three needles and pushed them into three different pressure
points.
Hector's tormented, blood-curdling shrieks resonated in the mansion.
Over half an hour later, Patrick got to the mansion. Upon entering, he was greeted by Hector, who
was soaked in blood and had died with bulging eyes. Patrick's resentment soared like tidal waves.
"Kayson Yarde! You're going to die horribly!â Patrick's eyes were crimson as he was overwhelmed by
anguish.
Kayson commented indifferently, âYou feel pain too? Have you thought of how much pain the
families of those five workers are in?"â"How could those five lowly workers be compared to my
son!?â growled Patrick."Master Jo, I want him paralyzed and kept alive for torture!âAn old man with
a white beard and white hair appeared at the door as soon as Patrick spoke. He was the Allensâ best
expert.Kayson glanced at him with a blank face.Master Jo had a lofty air as he sighed. âYoung man,
you shouldn't have offended the Allens.â
âBecause of you?" Kayson shook his head. âShow me what you got."Master Jo smiled upon seeing
how nonchalant Kayson was. He was a fearless young man who would soon suffer from his
ignorance and naivety!"Remember to grow a brain in your next life. Donât offend everyone you see!â
Master Jo moved so swiftly that he bearly left a shadow as he dashed to swing a palm strike down
at Kayson.Kayson's expression was frosty as his right hand flew out in a punch. Its force smashed
Master Jo's chest, leaving a deep imprint.
Master Jo was flung into a wall with all his chest bones broken as he was caught in disbelief.âl didn't
expect you to be at such ease with manipulating your energy... I was blind.â With that, Master Jo's
head fell limp as he died right away. Patrick watched the scene in disbelief. âMaster Jo..."Suddenly, a
gale struck him. Patrick quivered and felt vertigo hit him before he collapsed on the floor with his
eyes rolled, mouth skewed, and saliva drooled. Like his son, he convulsed inpain like his head was
going to explode. Kayson left the mansion and called Michael.âPatrick and Hector Allen, as well as a
so-called Master Jo, are dead. Can you take care of it?"Michael seemed to be doused in extreme
shock as Kayson failed to receive any response as half a minute lapsed. âMr. Whitman?â he repeated
with furrowed brows. It was only then Michael replied hastily, âYes! Of course! âBut Mr. Yarde, the
head of the Allens, Tuckson, might go berserk due to Patrick's death...â Kayson answered
indifferently, âDoesn't matter. He doesnât have many days left anyway.â Michael froze in bafflement,
not even realizing when he had hung up.Kayson patted Hector's unconscious guard to wake him up.
The latter was filled with terror the moment he saw him, but Kayson smiled. âGo back and tell
Tuckson Allen that five workers have died. Compensate them $15,000,000 per person.â