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Shua!
The expressions of the Jones Family stagnated all at once, followed by an involuntary gasp of cold air. Rapidly, an unsettled and frightened look surfaced on their faces.
A sudden chill, inexplicably, enveloped the entire Jones Family.
At this moment, everyone felt as though they had fallen into an icy cellar. Bursts of bone-chilling coldness, like a universal cover, attacked from all corners, making people shudder in fear.
Beads of cold sweat had already seeped down from Amanda and her daughterâs foreheads, standing still, movements unconsciously halted.
At this moment, they seemed to feel as if they had been plunged into a battlefield flooded with corpses and blood. Vaguely, it seemed as if they could still hear the wails of the dead ringing in their ears.
The breath of death hung over everyoneâs hearts.
They had all once witnessed White Mitchellâs abilities, and felt his domineering presence.
But at this very moment, White Mitchellâs presence was much stronger than ever before, sending shivers down everyoneâs spine!
Anyone could feel the raging flame in his heart at this moment, as if ready to burn a hole in the sky above.
The Jones Family, who had never been on a battlefield, although they didnât understand the true meaning of this impression, they truly felt the fear welling up inside them.
It was a kind of instinctive reaction; respect for death, and respect for White Mitchell!
The next moment, before they could divert their attention from this endless fear, White Mitchellâs figure appeared directly within everyoneâs line of sight, like the descent of Heaven God.
White Mitchell, all by himself, had a battle-hardened aura that could intimidate tens of thousands of enemies!
Especially for those in front of him now, who were simply a bunch of scattered members of the Jones Family.
âYouâre courting death!!!â
Seeing Sherry Jones in such a dismal state, White Mitchellâs rage was like a volcano ready to burst out of his body.
âDamn it! Damn it! Damn it! Ahhh!!!â
White Mitchell roared with a thunderous momentum, like a True Dragon soaring in the sky, letting out terrifying roars.
Immediately, Amanda, and her daughterâs legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
Their hearts terribly restless, their first instinct was to flee.
However, they quickly realized that something terrifying seemed to be staring right at them. It felt like a lamb being watched by a tiger.
Endless fear spread out, but before they could react, White Mitchellâs figure appeared instantly in front of them.
Thud! Thud!
Two loud thuds could be heard, and the entire Jones Family villa shook slightly.
Old Madam Jones and others only felt a blur before their eyes, and in the next moment, they saw Amanda and Snowden Jones crashed directly against the villa wall.
What was shocking was that the wall that they crashed into had spider web-like cracks showing.
Hiss!
On seeing this scene, Old Madam Jones was instantly dumbfounded, and a strong sense of fear was clearly visible in her eyes. Looking at the scene, she seemed to have seen Death itself standing before her.
In this moment, both Old Madam Jones and Will Jones were frightened out of their wits, unable to react at all.
At this time, an intent to kill was clearly visible in White Mitchellâs eyes as he walked step by step towards Amanda and Snowden Jones, completely disregarding Old Madam Jones and Will Jones.
Yes, from the moment he heard Sherry Jonesâ miserable wail, the thought of killing had emerged in his heart!
He had said, no one could hurt Sherry Jones, no one at all!
Drip, drip, dripâ¦
The sound of White Mitchellâs footsteps echoing gradually, Amanda and her daughter, who looked as if they had been beaten up, stared at White Mitchell trembling with fear, listening to these footsteps.
At this moment, these footsteps sounded like a death toll, as if ready to take souls.
Terrified, Amanda and her daughter were completely freaked out. They, who lived a pampered life, where did they ever experience such a life-and-death situation?
âYou⦠you⦠you mustnât act rashly, you⦠you canât kill. If you kill someone, youâll have to go to jail.â
âYou⦠what do you want to do? Donât mess around, you calm down, killing us wouldnât benefit you.â
âWhiteâ¦White Mitchell, we realize we were wrong, you mustnât act rashly. You just got out of prison, you wouldnât want to go back in, would you?â
Amanda and her daughter begged frantically, but their pleading was completely ineffective to White Mitchell.
At this moment, White Mitchell already had a firm intent to kill! n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
At that point, the crazed Old Madam Jones finally came to her senses. Her eyes became focused, she anxiously said to Sherry Jones, âSherry! What are you still dazed about?
Arenât you going to stop White Mitchell? Do you want to see him go to jail?â
Hurry up! Speak up! If you donât speak up, it will be too late. Hurry up!!!â
Old Madam Jones crazily urged Sherry Jones. In the end, she began to command Sherry with a dictatorial tone, looking like a feudal matriarch.
Snapping back to reality, Sherry Jonesâ heart leapt into her throat. She quickly got up from the ground, and ran towards White Mitchell.
Whether Amanda and Snowden Jones lived or died, it didnât concern her. However, they absolutely couldnât die by White Mitchellâs hands.
White Mitchell couldnât go back to jail, let alone for a serious charge like murder.
If he indeed killed Amanda and Snowden Jones today because of her, she would never be at peace for the rest of her life.
White Mitchell had suffered too much for her. Since his return, every time, he protected her unhesitatingly.
This time, she absolutely could not sit by and watch him kill because of her.
Thinking of this, Sherry Jones held White Mitchellâs hand tightly and said anxiously, âBrother, donât. Iâm okay, Iâm really okay, you mustnât act rashly.
Donât commit the crime of murder because of me. I donât want to see you in jail again. You promised to give me a home, without you, how could it be our home?â
As she spoke, her tears fell like a broken dam, streaming down her face.
White Mitchell paused, the bloodthirstiness in his eyes quickly faded away. In this world, only Sherry Jones could calm his raging anger instantly.
Not only did he not want Sherry Jones to worry about him, more importantly, White Mithcell didnât want Sherry to witness too much bloody drama.
With this thought, the battle-hardened aura quickly dissipated, and everything went back to calm.
The next moment, White Mitchell glanced emotionlessly towards Amanda and her daughter, who were in a pitiful state like dead dogs, âSherry can protect you for now, but she cannot protect you your entire life!â
If there is a next time, I will kill you! No one can stop me!
Now, immediately get your asses over here, kneel down, and slap yourselves. Keep slapping until I say stop, or if Iâm not satisfied, I donât mind doing it myself, provided, you can take it! Have you heard that clearly!?â