Settling accounts?
Settling accounts from eighteen years ago?
The Mitchells chuckled upon hearing these words, their laughter full of skepticism.
âOh, Sebastian Mitchell, still the same old you, thinking just the two of you can defy us!â A high-ranking family elder mocked, entirely disregarding White Mitchell.
From their perspective, there were only two people standing against them.
Even if the warrior from the Jones Family was powerful, that was all they had.
The Jones Family? Insignificant in the face of the Mitchell Family!
Thinking of this, one family elder haughtily addressed the âJones Familyâs strongmanâ next to White Mitchell: âYouâre with the Jones Family, right? Heheâ¦Iâll give you a chance now. Capture Sebastian Mitchell for me.
Otherwise, weâll make the Jones Family join this bastard in death!â
Fury is boiling under Mateo Mitchellâs mask.
He had specifically warned the Mitchells not to harm Sebastian Mitchell, to satisfy all his requests.
Yet these bastards disregarded his orders completely.
It was enough to drive a man mad!
If he didnât share the same bloodline as the Mitchells, he would be the first to crush these ungrateful wretches.
AH!!!
Mateo Mitchell grinded his teeth in anger.
Seeing this reaction, the Mitchell onlookers responded with more icy laughter. âHehe⦠Seems like youâre hellbent on helping this bastard, huh? Good! Great! Iâm telling you, youâre done for. Your Jones family is done for too!â
âIâ¦â Mateo Mitchell couldnât hold back anymore. He was about to tear off his mask and reveal his identity.
But at that moment, White Mitchell gently patted him on the shoulder and said, âI brought you here to watch, not to interfere.â
âIâ¦â Mateo Mitchell became speechless, sighed resignedly, and his spirits sank like a man aged ten years instantly.
Meanwhile, White Mitchell was stepping towards the Mitchellsâ crowd, saying as he walked, âI came back today only to settle old accounts. But if anyone wants to mess with me, I wouldnât mind killing a few more!â
âSuch outrageous arrogance!â A Mitchell kin snorted coldly, seeing an opportunity to impress his superiors, he immediately lunged at White Mitchell.
âInsolent brat, how dare you act so defiantly in front of the Family Head, I see youâre tired of livingâ¦â He barely finished his sentence before White Mitchell swiftly snapped his arm.
âI came here to kill. What are you doing here? Scram!â White Mitchell booted him away.
With a thud, the manâs body smashed onto the ground, unconscious.
âIf anyone else wants to give it a try, feel free!â White Mitchell declared domineeringly, while advancing towards Elder Madame Mitchell.
âSo arrogant!â
âThis is too much!â
âDo you really think the Mitchells are powerless?â
Several members of collateral lines rushed towards White Mitchell, attempting to take him on together.
Seeing this, White Mitchellâs eyes grew cold and he retaliated fiercely with several kicks.
Thud, thud, thud!!!
Muffled sounds rang out as one after another, those members fell to the ground, motionless.
Hiss!
Those watching couldnât help but gasp.
The strength of these collateral-line members was not weak, with a couple of them possessing the strength of a War King.
However, against White Mitchell, they were nothing more than powerless children, easily defeated.
âHow did this bastard Sebastian Mitchell become so strong?â
âWhat the hell has he been through all these years?â
âDid he eliminate all our Mitchellâs top fighters!?â
At this moment, uncertainty began to ripple through the hearts of the Mitchells, and a profound fear wrapped around their hearts, refusing to dissipate!