“Ah…” “Viole, what happened to you? Where are you now?” Quentin Zimmer asked frantically after being taken by surprise.
“I… I’m in Wayne Larsen’s house. B-Brother’s penis has been torn off. There’s a lot of blood. There’s so much blood! Dad, come and save me, quick! He’s going to kill us. I don’t want to die!” Viole Zimmer’s heart wrenching cries on the phone no longer sounded like her arrogant self from before. Previously, when she looked at Alex Rockefeller, she treated him like a worthless, poor b*stard. But now, she realized that he was an unshakeable lion who could kill a Grandmaster at ease. Killing them would be a piece of cake. Meanwhile, after hearing what his daughter said, Quentin’s mind went blank.
Was his son’s penis torn off?
How was it torn off?
Didn’t that make his son a eunuch? Didn’t it also mean he no longer had a successor?
“Viole, what are you two doing at the Larsen family’s place? Why did you go there? Did someone kidnap you?” Quentin suddenly became enraged. No matter what, he was still a governor, and his status was quite prestigious. When did he ever get bullied like this?
Quentin turned to look at Zachary Xavier. “I demand an explanation from the Divine Constabulary. Even if Alex is the grandson of the Divine Constabulary’s president, he can’t do whatever nonsense he wants. Even if my son were wrong, he’d have to go through the law enforcement agency. Why did you kidnap my daughter?”
Zachary raised his brows slightly.
Meanwhile, Alex’s voice could be heard from Quentin’s phone. “Are you Quentin Zimmer?”
Quentin was stunned for a moment. “Who are you? Are you that Elder Rockefeller? I’m warning you. Let go of my son and daughter right away. Otherwise, I’ll fight you until one of us dies,” he immediately said.
Alex was heard laughing.
“What exactly do you want?” Quentin immediately asked.
“I just want to tell you that you should prepare two coffins for your son and daughter. You won’t need coffins that are too good because they don’t deserve it,” Alex said indifferently.
As Alex spoke, he stabbed through Easton Zimmer’s open mouth with his sword. The sword pierced through Easton’s head and came out from the back of his head.
In an instant, Easton was dead.
“Ahh!” Viole shouted crazily. “D-Dad, he killed Brother. He killed Brother! Help! Help me!”
Quentin’s heart raced as his eyes widened. “How dare you kill my son? How dare you? Just how dare you?”
“That’s because he deserved to die!” Alex pulled his sword out and looked at Viole.
Viole was nearly scared out of her wits.
Ba-dump!
She kneeled in front of Alex as she pleaded fearfully and painfully. “Don’t kill me! Please don’t! I can do whatever you ask me to. I can be your woman. I’m willing to be your slave, or even your b*tch. Anything you want.”
Alex shook his head. He had an icy expression upon his face. He drew his sword and killed her.
Meanwhile, Alex also crushed the phone into pieces!
Gushing blood and a few horrendous corpses on the ground made Phoebe Larsen’s room look as if it was hell.
Meanwhile, Phoebe’s condition was getting increasingly odd.
Her entire face was red, and her breathing was rapid. She wrapped her legs around Alex’s body and repeatedly rubbed against him. She even made a moaning sound that made one feel hypnotized. It was as if she had really turned into a b*tch.
Alex directly carried Phoebe out of the bloody room to the room next door. He was able to immediately tell Phoebe had been drugged when he saw her earlier.
Otherwise, why would she behave like this?