Chapter 599: I Spare You from the Death Penalty

Chapter 599: I Spare You from the Death Penalty

Paxton's face was deathly pale as he curled up on the ground, looking as if he'd been stabbed with a knife.

All his arrogance and hidden malice had vanished—only extreme agony remained twisted on his face.

Forget struggling, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

A fate worse than death, nothing more than this.

"Mr. Foster!"

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"How did this happen?"

Seeing Paxton like this, Valencia and her group were all shocked.

No one knew what had happened to him—he was fine just a moment ago, how did he suddenly collapse?

Only the gray-clothed old man behind him changed expression drastically and rushed to Paxton's side in a flash.

His name was Kitano Misao, Paxton's personal bodyguard and also a physician from the Blood Medical Sect.

He checked Paxton's pulse, then pulled out a medicine bottle from Paxton's body, quickly poured out a pill and shoved it in.

The pill dissolved instantly, but Paxton showed no improvement, his expression still agonized, his whole body sweating.

Kitano took out two silver needles and rapidly inserted them into Paxton with dazzling speed.

"It's useless."

James smiled faintly: "He's done for."

Valencia instinctively spoke: "Did you do this?"

Everyone was shocked and looked at James together.

They were all confused—no one saw James make a move, the two hadn't even touched, so how did Paxton collapse?

James's tone was indifferent: "Keith couldn't protect Wendy, so I will."

Hearing this, Wendy was moved to tears.

Leo and the others also silently lowered their heads.

Keith's gaze only grew more vicious.

"You want my life, so I'll take yours first."

James stared at Valencia: "Including you."

Valencia was furious: "You're not worthy of taking my life."

She wanted to order James killed on the spot, but with Paxton's fate uncertain, she didn't dare act rashly.

If James really was behind this, you need the one who tied the bell to untie it.

At this moment, Kitano was already sweating profusely, and Paxton's trembling was gradually turning to rigidity.

This was the rhythm of death approaching.

"Kid, I'm giving you ten seconds."

Valencia couldn't hold back anymore: "Wake Mr. Foster up right now, or I'll cut you into a thousand pieces."

James looked at Paxton bleeding from his nose and mouth, and smiled calmly: "Too late."

"It's the glass, he's tapping the glass!"

At that moment, Keith's sharp shout came from the doorway: "The attack on Paxton is from the tapping sound on the glass."

As the heir of The Morris Family, though he didn't know medicine, he was sharp enough to catch the clue.

He'd been watching James the whole time and noticed that although he hadn't made a move or touched anyone, his fingers had been rhythmically tapping the rim of the glass, never stopping.

The frequency was barely audible, yet it made Paxton, who was close by, look increasingly agonized.

Valencia and her group were stunned at first, then stared hard at James's fingers.

Kitano realized what was happening and roared in anger, kicking toward James with tremendous force.

James didn't even lift an eyelid, his fingers didn't stop, completely ignoring him.

Francis flashed out from the shadows at the same time, throwing a punch straight at Kitano.

Sensing Francis's threat, Kitano instinctively stopped charging at James and swept a kick toward Francis instead.

Fist met foot, Kitano grunted and staggered back three steps.

Valencia and her group were all stunned.

Kitano lost the advantage in one exchange?

You have to know, Paxton regarded him as his personal expert, rumored to have reached intermediate minor mastery, so how was he pushed back by Francis?

Francis, having landed a hit, didn't stop. He stepped forward and, using the momentum, threw another punch.

Fast and fierce.

Kitano had no way to retreat and could only meet it head-on with his fist.

The moment their fists connected, Kitano's face changed drastically, and he staggered back several meters.

Everyone could see clearly—Kitano's entire arm was trembling violently.

Valencia and her group looked utterly incredulous. Who was Francis, to be this strong?

Then they understood why James could be so arrogant—he had an intermediate-level expert by his side.

After their shock, Valencia's group became even more contemptuous of James.

After taking consecutive losses, Kitano roared and raised both hands—dozens of dark blue silver needles shot out, then he drew back and unsheathed his katana.

Francis's figure flashed, and all the poison needles missed.

Yves, who had been helped up and was leaning against the wall, watched helplessly as those poison needles pierced his chest.

Before he could scream, his body shuddered violently, blood flowed from all seven orifices, and he fell dead.

Yves died from the poison.

Wendy couldn't help but shout: "Good riddance!"

Valencia's face turned cold—her troubles had just multiplied.

"Bastard!"

Kitano roared in grief and anger, about to pursue Francis with all his might, when suddenly, sensing something, his face changed drastically.

A black sword suddenly fell from above his head, without warning.

The sword's momentum was shocking, breaking through the air.

Too fast, too sudden, too terrifying.

At this life-or-death moment, Kitano instinctively raised his katana to block.

The black sword fell, and the katana was instantly cut in two.

The black sword came straight down. Kitano frantically retreated, but in the end, he was half a beat too slow.

Francis's black sword slashed all the way down, severing Kitano's right arm. Blood gushed out, a horrifying sight.

Kitano didn't make a sound, enduring the pain as he retreated with all his might.

He could feel that Francis wanted his life.

At the same moment, Francis charged forward fiercely, thrusting his sword.

A fatal thrust to the throat.

Sensing the terror of this strike, Kitano was horrified and instinctively tried to flee.

But Francis's sword was faster.

The sword pierced through Kitano's throat and withdrew. All of Kitano's movements stopped abruptly.

He collapsed to the ground.

His life extinguished.

Kitano died with his eyes open, never imagining he would die at the hands of a nobody.

No matter how unwilling, he could only leave in resentment.

The last image in his eyes was frozen on Paxton's paper-white face.

The whole room was shocked. Francis was so young, how could his skills be this dominating?

Keith's eyelid twitched—Francis's skills had improved even more since Rosewood City.

This made him completely determined—he must eliminate James as soon as possible, otherwise, given time, this person would become a major threat.

After a brief silence, Valencia stepped back and laughed in fury:

"You even dare to kill Mr. Misao, you really are lawless."

"You're determined to oppose The Gonzalez Family, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

With Kitano and Yves dead and Paxton's fate grim, Valencia as the host was also reaching her limit.

Not only had she lost face for the family, she also had to answer to the Blood Medical Sect—her future looked bleak, making her extremely angry.

With Valencia's command, dozens of companions instantly erupted, pressing forward with killing intent.

James remained unmoved: "These few people aren't enough to fill the gaps in my teeth."

"You have no right to be arrogant in front of me!"

Valencia made a gesture:

"You think having an intermediate-level expert by your side means you can run wild in Stardust City?"

"Stardust City is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. One intermediate-level expert can't be your Bright Heart Hall Clinic."

Over twenty people charged with blades, while a dozen others held guns at the ready.

Before the guns could aim at James, Francis swept his left foot, sending glass shards from the floor flying.

The dozens of charging people all screamed as glass shards pierced their bodies, the sharp glass cutting directly into their flesh, making them too pained to hold their weapons.

Daggers, crossbow bolts, and firearms fell to the ground one after another.

At that moment, Francis's figure flashed as he charged into the crowd, his sword light exploding.

The dozens of Gonzalez Family guards bending down to pick up weapons had no time to dodge. Their chests hurt, blood splattered as they fell, each with a new bloody hole.

Not dead, but unable to fight anymore.

Valencia's front was instantly cleared.

Her face changed drastically as she instinctively retreated.

"I haven't finished you off yet, and you want to leave so soon?"

James's body sprang forward, appearing in front of Valencia like lightning, pressing one hand on her shoulder.

Valencia couldn't move, but forced herself to say: "You dare touch me?"

Dozens more Gonzalez Family elites poured in through the door, roaring as they tried to charge forward, but Francis held them back with his sword—no one dared advance.

"Touch you?"

James reached out and pinched Valencia's face: "So what if I touch you?"

Valencia was both ashamed and angry—never in her life had she been so violated.

"James, leave some room for maneuver, so we can meet again in the future."

"Young man, too much killing intent, too much hostility—it goes against the natural order. Keep making mistakes, and sooner or later you'll face retribution."

"Besides, The Gonzalez Family is not someone you can provoke."

Just then, a cold laugh suddenly echoed above the private room, icy and clear.

Everyone present looked around in shock, searching for the source of the voice.

Leo frowned slightly—his own martial skills were decent, yet he couldn't tell where the voice was coming from.

Valencia's spirits lifted—she recognized this voice.

"Ingrid, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Please take action and capture this madman."

Valencia raised her face and shouted toward the space above.

Ingrid?

Leo and the others were shocked, gasping in surprise.

This was one of The Gonzalez Family's top experts, specifically assigned to protect core members from harm.

They hadn't expected The Gonzalez Family to value Valencia so highly—not only assigning family warriors but also sending someone of Ingrid's caliber to accompany her.

Ingrid's strength was far above Kitano's—peak intermediate level.

This time, James was in trouble.

James's eyes narrowed slightly—The Gonzalez Family truly was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Interesting.

"Young man, release Ms. Gonzalez immediately and revive Mr. Foster, and I'll spare your life."

"If you dare say no, I'll personally shatter every inch of your bones."