Chapter 267 Another One Coming to Die
Rosalind anticipated Damon's move. Her eyes flickered as she moved to intercept him, striking her palm directly at Damon's vital point.
Damon blocked the strike, but was still forced back several steps, crashing into a table.
He glared at Rosalind, furious.
"You want to die too?"
Damon clenched his fists, unleashing all his strength. Moving like a leopard, quick as lightning, he landed a punch right in Rosalind's abdomen, immediately followed by a second punch, then a third...
Rosalind had no time to react. She was hit repeatedly, with no room to even dodge.
Alton watched this scene, his pupils contracting sharply.
"Ms. Waverly!"
Alton abandoned Isabella and Tyrell, charging at Damon like a crazed lion.
Damon's eyes showed complete indifference. He chuckled softly, easily dodging Alton's attack, then raised his hand and struck Alton's chest.
With a dull thud, Alton was sent flying by Damon's blow, landing face-down on the ground.
The medicine in Alton's hand fell right at Damon's feet.
"How interesting." Damon picked up the medicine from the ground. "Almost let you escape, but you came back to die and delivered the medicine right into my hands!"
"Hahaha!" Damon burst into laughter.
It was like getting something without even trying.
Tyrell watched this scene, frowning. "Alton, what are you doing?"
He didn't understand what Alton was doing.
Damon's target was the medicine all along. They were about to leave with it, but Alton ran back and handed the medicine to Damon for nothing.
Alton struggled to get up from the ground, his brow furrowed. "I couldn't just stand by and watch Ms. Waverly get hurt!"
Tyrell argued back, "Our mission was to leave with the medicine and Ms. Taylor first. Why are you worrying about Ms. Waverly?"
"How could I not worry?" Alton thought Tyrell's words were completely heartless.
Sure, the medicine was important, but wasn't Rosalind's safety important too? If he didn't act, was he supposed to just watch Rosalind get beaten?
He couldn't do that.
Isabella hadn't expected Alton to suddenly make such a move either.
She looked at Alton coldly. "So what did you accomplish? You're no match for Rosalind, and if she can't beat Damon, how could you? In the end, you just handed the medicine to Damon and got slapped to the ground by him."
It was just stupid behavior.
Everyone knew full well that the reason they had Rosalind cover their retreat was because Rosalind was from the Waverly family. No matter what, Damon couldn't really do anything serious to Rosalind, or the trouble it would bring would probably take the Whitley family a long time to resolve.
And those few punches Damon threw at Rosalind just now looked fast and fierce, but they didn't hit any vital points.
Alton heard that Isabella was actually mocking him and was instantly furious. He glared at Isabella through gritted teeth.
He didn't know what gave Isabella the right to say these things. The most useless person among them was clearly her—a useless person who needed constant protection. When something went wrong, she was the biggest trouble.
Either way, the medicine had now been taken by Damon.
Alton stared at Damon and said coldly, "Give us back the medicine!"
Damon looked at him with complete disdain. "If you want it, come and get it. If you can take it, it's yours."
Tyrell clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, "Shameless, this is just robbery!"
But Alton didn't waste words and immediately attacked, his form like lightning as he aimed a front kick at Damon's hand holding the medicine.
Damon's expression changed. He stepped back to dodge, tossing the medicine to Vance behind him, then grabbed Alton's jaw with one hand and slammed his head hard into a nearby table.
The powerful force instantly broke the table apart.
But it wasn't over. Damon lifted Alton by the neck, pulling him up, and landed a right hook on Alton's face. Alton's cheekbone immediately swelled and bruised.
"Who do you think you are to fight me?"
Damon laughed out loud, threw Alton to the ground, then stomped hard on his back.
Alton cried out in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Just a completely useless piece of trash."
With that, Damon kicked Alton away.
Tyrell watched this scene, filled with rage.
Even knowing he was no match for Damon, he couldn't help but charge at him.
"Another one coming to die."
Damon snorted coldly, gathering power in his right hand. He blocked Tyrell's punch, then grabbed his arm and flipped him to the ground.
Tyrell's head hit the ground, causing him considerable pain.
Damon kicked Tyrell away too, saying smugly, "See that? This is what happens when you try to take things from the Whitley family."
As he spoke, his gaze deliberately swept over Isabella, full of contempt.
William and Rosalind frowned deeply, staring intently at Damon.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Still not willing to give up? Still want to take it back?"
Damon sneered. "If you don't value your lives, feel free to keep trying."
A flash of anger crossed Rosalind's eyes.
She was already upset about being hit with those punches earlier, and seeing Damon act so arrogant, she really couldn't stand it.
The Waverly family and the Whitley family were both among the thirty-six noble families, yet Damon didn't show the Waverly family any respect at all. She didn't care about losing face herself, but this way, the Whitley family would only oppress the Waverly family more in the future.
Rosalind stepped forward, walking toward Damon. "Damon, don't go too far!"
Damon looked at Rosalind with complete disdain. "The Waverly family, at the bottom of the thirty-six noble families—what right do you have to talk to me?"
Hearing this, Rosalind couldn't take it anymore and raised her hand to attack Damon.
A contemptuous smile appeared on Damon's lips.
Rosalind's palm strikes were fast and powerful, but Damon blocked them all.
"So this is all the Waverly family has got."
After more than a dozen moves, Damon seemed tired of continuing. He threw a punch with explosive force, sending Rosalind flying.
"How boring."
Having gotten what he wanted, Damon had no interest in watching these people anymore. He snorted coldly and turned to leave.
"Stop."
Behind him came Isabella's cool, indifferent voice.
Damon paused slightly, turned around, and looked at Isabella with a questioning raised eyebrow.
Isabella's dark eyes calmly watched him. "Did I say you could leave?"
Damon froze for a moment.
Suddenly, he laughed coldly. "Are you talking to me?"
He really didn't know where Isabella got the nerve to always say such shocking things.
"Give me back the medicine," Isabella said.
She walked slowly toward Damon. "What you're holding is mine. If you wanted it, you should have bid against me. You gave up during the bidding, and now you're stealing from me. I won't let you get away with this."