Chapter 874: Kill or Capture Alive
Meanwhile, inside the manor villa.
The mahogany floor in the hall was stained with glaring bloodstains.
A group of burly, fierce-looking men were wielding gleaming heavy swords and staffs, driving all the remaining women, children, and elderly members of the Yalige family to the center of the hall and holding them firmly under control.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and a sense of oppressive despair.
The man with the thick beard, who was in the lead, sat casually on the golden nanmu sofa that originally belonged to the old clan chief.
He toyed with a heavy battle axe that gleamed coldly in his hand, his gaze sweeping menacingly over the group of Yalig family members kneeling before him.
This bearded man is named Dunt, the vice-leader of the Gotham City underground gang "Blood Wolves," and a key member of the team that cooperated with the traitor Buck in attacking the Arrigo family. He is level 65!
Dunt spat and tapped the coffee table in front of him with the side of his tomahawk, making a dull thud.
"Come on, stop pretending to be mute."
Dunt's gaze swept across everyone's faces, his tone sinister: "Who will tell me first, where exactly is that'Sacred Relic Map' hidden?"
“My patience is running out. Every minute, I will kill one of you until one of you tells the truth!”
An old, white-haired servant kneeling at the front was in tears, kowtowing repeatedly.
"Lord Dunt! We really don't know anything!"
The old servant's voice was hoarse, and his face was filled with despair as he cried out:
“Although our Yalige family deals in antiques and art, we have never seen any ‘Sacred Relics Picture’! There is no painting of that kind in the manor at all! It’s a legendary item, how could it be here with us?”
"fart!"
The bearded man, Dunt, shook his head firmly, a look of disdain and coldness on his face.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Dunt stood up, slammed his battle axe onto the floor, and roared menacingly, "For this operation, I specifically used the old shaman whom our Blood Wolf Gang worships! He used three years of his lifespan to cast a prophecy, clearly indicating that the painting is definitely in your manor!"
"The old shaman's prophetic arts have never been wrong! You bunch of stubborn fools, you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, will you?"
Just then, footsteps [N O V E L I G H T] sounded outside the hall, and a subordinate covered in dust rushed in to report.
"Boss! We've searched the entire estate, inside and out, including the underground wine cellar, the secret rooms, and even the safe in the master bedroom!"
The subordinate wiped the sweat from his brow, looking embarrassed. "We didn't even see a trace of the frame. There's really no sign of the'Sacred Relics Map'!"
"A bunch of useless idiots! If you can't find it, why don't you keep looking?!"
Dunt impatiently kicked his subordinate to the ground and roared, "Find it or not! Call all the earth-type mages and berserkers in the gang over here. Go to extremes, turn the entire manor upside down, from the walls to the grass! I don't believe this painting can grow wings and fly away!"
His men scrambled to their feet, nodding repeatedly in agreement.
Dunt frowned, glanced at the clock on the wall of the hall, and his expression grew increasingly gloomy and irritable.
"And what on earth are those useless guys, Buck, up to?"
Dunt gritted his teeth and cursed, "They've been gone for so long, and they still haven't brought back that blonde brat Eliza? Damn it, they took four level 60 experts to chase after a seriously injured little girl, and it took them almost an hour!"
"What on earth are they up to? Are they trying to monopolize all the benefits?"
Dunt's eyes flashed as he coldly stared at the kneeling members of the Arigol family: "The old patriarch is dead. Now, in this manor, the exact location of that painting might only be known to Eliza, the core heir! Once Buck brings the person back, let's see how you'll still be so stubborn!"
Upon hearing this, the members of the Yalige family kneeling on the ground all showed expressions of despair.
If even Eliza, who escaped, is brought back, then their family line will truly be wiped out.
Just then, another henchman responsible for perimeter security rushed into the hall in a panic to report.
"Boss! Boss! Something's happened! Someone's entered the manor!"
Dunt frowned, his first thought being that Buck had finally finished.
"What's the panic? Did Captain Buck bring someone back?" Dunt yelled.
"No...it's not Captain Barnacles!"
The underling swallowed hard, pointed outside the door, and stammered, "It's...it's a strange blond man! He...he rode a huge griffin and went straight through the outer defenses into the manor!"
"However... however, the person accompanying that blond man seems to be... seems to be Miss Eliza, whom we are looking for!"
Upon hearing this, Dunt's expression froze instantly, and then he immediately sensed that something was wrong.
Riding a griffin?
A strange blond man?
Eliza wasn't tied up; she was with the man?
Dunt knew perfectly well that the dark golden high-ranking griffin was clearly Buck's prized personal mount! Normally, no one was allowed to even touch it, so how could it have fallen into the hands of a strange blond man?
And Buck himself is nowhere to be found!
A terrible thought crossed Dunt's mind—Buck and the others were probably already dead!
Dunt's face instantly turned ashen.
He immediately stood up, grabbed the battle axe weighing several hundred pounds, and shouted sternly at his men in the hall, "You lot, stay here and keep an eye on these old, weak, sick, and disabled people! If anyone dares to move, chop them down!"
"The rest of you, show me your weapons! Come with me and let's see which bastard dares to interfere in the affairs of the Blood Wolf Gang and the Holy Knights!"
"yes!"
A dozen or so fierce thugs, all with strength above level 50, responded in unison, drew their weapons, and followed Dunt out of the villa's hall with murderous intent.
As soon as they stepped out of the villa, they felt a violent gust of wind rushing towards them.
Above the manor, a massive griffin covered in dark gold feathers was slowly descending towards the lawn in front of the villa, flapping its broad, fleshy wings and exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
The strong wind whipped up the dead leaves and dust on the lawn, making Dunt and the others' clothes flutter loudly.
Dunt recognized the griffin at a glance!
This is Buck's level 60 high-level magical beast!
But now, this normally ferocious beast is like a docile kitten, its proud head lowered as it lands steadily on the lawn.
On the griffin's back sat a calm-faced, blond-haired, blue-eyed young man. Behind him stood Eliza, her face slightly pale, but her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope.
Seeing this, Dunt was greatly shocked, and the Blood Wolf Gang members around him looked at each other, revealing expressions of shock and fear.
"Boss...that's Captain Barnacles' griffin! How did it end up under this kid's butt?"
"Captain Buck is a level 62 berserker, and he brought three level 60 brothers with him. Could it be... could it all have been defeated by this kid?"
"Impossible! This kid looks so young, and he doesn't even have a trace of powerful battle aura or magical fluctuations. How could he possibly kill Captain Barker?"
The whispers of his underlings around him made Dunt's face grow even uglier.
He took a deep breath, instinctively gripped the battle axe in his hand, and frantically circulated his battle qi to forcefully suppress the shock in his heart.
He took a step forward, raised his voice, and shouted sternly at Zhou Huai on the griffin's back, "What do you mean by this, sir?"
"That's Buck's mount! Where's Buck?"
Where is he now?!
Faced with Dunt's loud, threatening shout, Zhou Huai sat on the griffin's back without even lifting his eyelids.
He completely ignored Dunt and his men, as if these menacing gang elites were nothing more than a bunch of breathing air.
Zhou Huai casually patted the dust off his clothes, then slowly turned his head to look at Eliza behind him.
"How so?"
Zhou Huai's voice was calm, without the slightest hint of emotion: "Should these people be killed or captured alive?"