Chapter 131: Knights of the Round Table

The reinforced steel door exploded inward with a deafening crash, sending clouds of dust and splintered wood flying through the air.

Two massive silhouettes—each built like a walking fortress—stepped through the ruins of the doorway into the smoke-filled private room.

The man on the left stood at least six-and-a-half feet tall, his shaved head tattooed with a vicious black scorpion.

His arms were as thick as most men's thighs, and he carried a heavy alloy battle-axe that glinted menacingly in the dim light.

The man on the right was rail-thin, almost skeletal, his face corpse-pale.

He wore specially crafted steel claws on both hands that reflected an eerie blue glow under the lights.

"Finally made it."

The axe-wielding man swept his gaze across the bodies and blood coating the floor before settling on Edgar, who was pinned between Serafina and Charlotte.

The moment Elton saw these two arrivals, life flooded back into his dying eyes.

"First Knight 'Blood Axe' Douglas! Third Knight 'Ghost Blade' Adrian!"

Elton coughed up blood as he laughed hoarsely. "Leo! You're finished! The Gray Cloaks' two strongest Round Table Knights are here—tonight, even if you were God himself, they'd chop you into hamburger meat!"

At the words 'Round Table Knights,' Edgar struggled to lift his head, his face lit with manic relief.

"Adrian! Douglas! Thank God! You're finally here!"

He screamed frantically, "Quick! Kill this bastard! And those three bitches too! I want them dead—all of them!"

Douglas slammed his heavy alloy axe into the carpet with a thud, glancing contemptuously at Elton sprawled on the floor.

"Elton, you've really gone downhill. Getting beaten to a pulp like this—you're an embarrassment to The Gray Cloaks."

Adrian licked the edge of his steel claws, pointing them at Leo with a sneer of disdain. "So this is the legendary Reaper who destroyed the Drake family and the Romano family?"

"What a letdown."

"Buddy, showing off in front of those third-rate gangs is one thing, but standing before the great Gray Cloaks Round Table Knights? Your little combat tricks are barely enough to be my scratching post! Tonight, I'm going to peel your skin off—alive."

The two traded boasts, their voices dripping with absolute arrogance, as if Leo were already a corpse in their eyes.

However.

Facing these two top-tier killing machines of The Gray Cloaks.

Leo merely took a leisurely drag from his cigar.

Behind him, Ivy, Serafina, and Charlotte burst into mocking laughter without the slightest concern.

"These days, every stray dog that crawls out of the woodwork likes to give themselves some 'knight' title?"

Ivy twirled her crimson claw-blade, her azure eyes full of contempt. "You look like mutant wild boars—and you think you can bark in front of our boss?"

Serafina lazily swept back her wine-red curls, her red lips curving into a death-promising smile. "Exactly. With mouths that filthy, I hope you can still scream this loud when we snap your necks."

"Bitch! You're dead!"

Douglas gripped his battle-axe with both hands, about to charge at the three women!

"You'd better think carefully before you take another step."

Ivy sneered, pressing her claw-blade against Edgar's carotid artery—the blade even drawing a thin line of blood. "One more step forward, and Edgar's head is going to relocate."

"Don't move! Don't move! Douglas, back off!"

Edgar shrieked in terror. "They'll really kill me! Back off!"

Douglas and Adrian froze mid-step, their faces turning ugly.

Though they were Round Table Knights of the Gray Cloaks with exalted status, the Rothschild family was still one of their most important benefactors.

If Edgar got his throat slit right in front of them, they'd have no way to explain it to their superiors.

Adrian took a deep breath, a calculated smile playing at his lips. "Leo, I'll give you credit—you've got leverage. Since you're holding a chip, we can negotiate."

"You're holding Mr. Rothschild hostage just to save your own skin, right? Name your price. Let him go, and I guarantee on my honor as a Round Table Knight that you and your women can walk out of Hofburg Palace safely."

In Adrian and Edgar's minds, while Leo was skilled in combat...

...facing two Round Table Knights plus heavy reinforcements surrounding the building, taking a hostage to negotiate escape was what any rational person would do.

"Negotiate?"

Leo raised his eyes, his lips curling into a brutally cold smile. "Who told you I grabbed this fat pig to negotiate with you?"

Adrian froze. "Then you..."

Everyone assumed Leo was planning to use the hostage to retreat!

WHOOSH!

Leo didn't waste another word!

He transformed into a black blur, charging at the two Round Table Knights head-on with suffocating, terrifying speed!

"Is he insane?"

Edgar and Elton stared in disbelief.

Taking on two of The Gray Cloaks' strongest knights alone? And attacking first?

This was suicide!

"Death wish!"

Douglas roared, his heavy alloy battle-axe screaming through the air as it came down toward Leo's skull!

Simultaneously, Adrian's skeletal frame flickered like a ghost, his steel claws viciously stabbing toward Leo's heart!

CLANG!

The two knights' coordination was flawless—their opening move a killing strike!

Facing this combined assault that could shred any elite special forces operative, Leo's body jerked to a halt mid-air, his arms crossing instantly before his chest.

BOOM!

A sound like colliding steel rang through the room.

The hundred-pound alloy battle-axe crashed against Leo's forearms.

At the same time, Adrian's claws raked past Leo's ribs, tearing several gashes in his black tailcoat.

Under the combined pressure of both knights, Leo seemed to fall at a disadvantage, the terrifying force driving him back three or four steps.

BANG!

Leo barely blocked their attacks, his body sliding backward—he appeared to be losing ground!

"Hahaha! That's all you've got?"

Douglas laughed wildly. "I thought the Reaper would be something special! Turns out you're nothing!"

"Taking on two Round Table Knights alone—talk about overestimating yourself!"

Adrian sneered coldly. "Leo, you've been bullying trash in America for so long, you actually think you're invincible?"

"Let me tell you something—in Europe, your skills aren't even half of ours!"

Seeing Leo suppressed, Edgar shouted excitedly, "Yes! Just like that! Beat him to death! Harder!"

Yet, facing the knights' frenzied taunts and fierce assault.

Leo—supposedly on the defensive—showed no trace of panic on his face.

Just when everyone thought Leo was about to fall...

CRACK.

Leo's lips curved into an eerie smile. "Time's about up."

"What time?"

Douglas and Adrian frowned, a powerful sense of unease suddenly flooding their chests.

This guy was clearly being beaten down—so why was there no fear in his eyes? Instead, he looked like he was... waiting for something?

Just as both knights hesitated in confusion.

From the debris-strewn corridor outside, crisp, rhythmic military boot steps echoed.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Under everyone's shocked gaze.

A tall, coldly beautiful figure stepped over the scattered wreckage and entered the private room.

In her hand, she carried a severed, blood-dripping head with eyes still wide open.

It was Olivia!

THUD.

Olivia expressionlessly tossed the head at Douglas's feet, then stood at attention and saluted Leo with utmost respect. "Report, Boss! Three hundred Gray Cloaks elites deployed around the palace perimeter—completely annihilated. No survivors."

The moment those words left her mouth.

The air in the room seemed to vanish entirely!

Elton stared at the severed head—it was his trusted deputy, the one commanding the three hundred reinforcements outside!

"Three hundred men... wiped out?! That's impossible!!"

Elton shrieked in horror, spewing a mouthful of blood before collapsing unconscious.

Douglas and Adrian stood as if struck by lightning, their blood freezing in their veins!

Three hundred fully armed Gray Cloaks elites—eliminated in mere minutes outside the building.

And they, inside this room, hadn't heard a single gunshot or call for help!

Edgar stared in disbelief. "Impossible... that's impossible... There were over three hundred men out there..."

"You really thought these two clowns could force me back?"

Leo casually unbuttoned his black tailcoat and tossed it to Serafina behind him, his eyes locked onto the two sweat-drenched Round Table Knights.

"I wasn't fighting back earlier because I was buying my lieutenant a few minutes to clean up the flies outside—didn't want anyone interrupting my fun."

"But now..."

Every muscle in Leo's body suddenly bulged, and a terrifying killing intent—powerful enough to warp the air itself—exploded outward. "Warm-up's over. You two... can die now."