Chapter 336

Marian had a hunch that Brock was already dead but lied. “Please, Mr. Summer was hurt. You have to save him!”

Seath realized that she was Brock’s new girlfriend and quickly decided that he had to flex properly.

However, before he could call in his bodyguards, a man drenched in blood strode downstairs, gun in hand.

“Argh!!!”

The workers in the lobby all screamed on top of their lungs and scrambled to flee–it was a gun they were talking about, not a cleaver!

Seth was stunned too, just as Marian yelled, “That’s him! He hurt Mr. Summer just now!” Seth’s heart skipped a beat.

Brock was most definitely dead… but he had not gotten his money!

Nonetheless, he stood in front of Marian and demanded, “Who are you?”

Fred glanced at him but did not recognize him.

He brought his gun to bear, leveling it at Seth.

“I’m going to kill the woman behind you,” he barked imposingly. “My fight is not with you. Now, move!

Seth’s bodyguards promptly shielded Seth, while Marian clenched on the hem of his suit. Please, Mr.

Yaffe! You have to help me!”

Do “It’s alright. I’m here,” Seth assured her with a smile, before wheeling on Fred and snapping, ” you know who I am?! Have you heard of Riverton’s Flying Sword Sect branch? I’m the son of its chieftain.

How dare you point that gun at me?! Put that away, and I might consider sparing your life!”

“Fuck you, and fuck Flying Sword Sect.” Fred snorted. “Even the gods will fall if they stand in my way on this day!”

And with those words, Fred pulled the trigger!

As soon as the muzzle flashed, the bodyguard standing in front of Seth dropped to the floor, leaving Seth dumbfounded.

Was the man crazy?! He already stated his name and title, but the bastard still shot at him?!

“Oh, fuck…” The other bodyguard turned and fled in fear right then!

He was no more than Seth’s bodyguard and could usually bully anyone thanks to Seth’s privileged birth, and yet, this man was ready and willing to attack Seth.

Hell, he would have stood his ground if it was a knife or a machete, but this was a gun! He would be dead if he still stood there!

He would love to get rich, but before that, he had to be alive to spend it!

“Motherfucker…” Seth was left cursing–without his bodyguards, he had no one to take the bullet for him!

He certainly did not want this heat. Whatever this was about, he was leaving!

Even so, Marian was holding on to him with a vice–like grip. “Please, Mr. Yaffe! You can’t go! You have to save me!”

“Fuck off,” Seth snorted and pushed her away, swearing under his breath for getting involved at all.

Right now, he just had to wait and bide his time for the right moment, then take Fred down.

Slowly raising his palms, he told Fred, “Like you said, we have no fight. I was just here on an errand, and I’m leaving because you told me to.”

Fred actually was not interested in collateral himself. “Then go.”

Seth turned, using his movement to slide a dagger out of his sleeve.

He continued toward the doorway and suddenly turned again to throw it at Fred!

Shunk!

The dagger shot toward Fred, stabbing him in the shoulder.

“Oof-”

Fred grunted in pain and fell limply to the floor, his gun slipping out of his fingers.

Seth promptly leapt up and kicked it away, gloating. “Haha! Is that all you got? Weren’t you. being so ballsy before, threatening me and all?”