Expert Down The Mountain

Chapter 110

Expert Down The Mountain Chapter 110

Kayson chuckled. “Be here in half an hour, or you might not get to see your son for the last time before

he dies.” Kayson crushed the phone by stepping on it and looked at Hector. “What are you going to

do?” Hector felt chills down his spine just from Kayson’s gaze. “Have you seen hell?” Kayson chortled

and went up, crippling Hector’s four limbs amidst the latter’s anguished cries. He then pulled out three

needles and pushed them into three different pressure points. Hector’s tormented, blood-curdling

shrieks resonated in the mansion.

Over half an hour later, Patrick got to the mansion. Upon entering, he was greeted by Hector, who was

soaked in blood and had died with bulging eyes. Patrick’s resentment soared like tidal waves.

“Kayson Yarde! You’re going to die horribly!” Patrick’s eyes were crimson as he was overwhelmed by

anguish. Kayson commented indifferently, “You feel pain too? Have you thought of how much pain the

families of those five workers are in?” “How could those five lowly workers be compared to my son!?”

growled Patrick. “Master Jo, I want him paralyzed and kept alive for torture!” An old man with a white

beard and white hair appeared at the door as soon as Patrick spoke. He was the Allens’ best expert.

Kayson glanced at him with a blank face. Master Jo had a lofty air as he sighed. “Young man, you

shouldn’t have offended the Allens.” “Because of you?” Kayson shook his head. “Show me what you

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Master Jo smiled upon seeing how nonchalant Kayson was. He was a fearless young man who would

soon suffer from his ignorance and naivety!

“Remember to grow a brain in your next life. Don’t offend everyone you see!” Master Jo moved so

swiftly that he bearly left a shadow as he dashed to swing a palm strike down at Kayson. Kayson’s

expression was frosty as his right hand flew out in a punch. Its force smashed Master Jo’s chest,

leaving a deep imprint. Master Jo was flung into a wall with all his chest bones broken as he was

caught in disbelief. “I didn’t expect you to be at such ease with manipulating your energy… I was blind.”

With that, Master Jo’s head fell limp as he died right away. Patrick watched the scene in disbelief.

“Master Jo…”

Suddenly, a gale struck him. Patrick quivered and felt vertigo hit him before he collapsed on the floor

with his eyes rolled, mouth skewed, and saliva drooled. Like his son, he convulsed in pain like his head

was going to explode. Kayson left the mansion and called Michael. “Patrick and Hector Allen, as well

as a so-called Master Jo, are dead. Can you take care of it?” Michael seemed to be doused in extreme

shock as Kayson failed to receive any response as half a minute lapsed.

“Mr. Whitman?” he repeated with furrowed brows. It was only then Michael replied hastily, “Yes! Of

course! “But Mr. Yarde, the head of the Allens, Tuckson, might go berserk due to Patrick’s death…”

Kayson answered indifferently, “Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have many days left anyway.” Michael froze

in bafflement, not even realizing when he had hung up. Kayson patted Hector’s unconscious guard to

wake him up. The latter was filled with terror the moment he saw him, but Kayson smiled. “Go back and

tell Tuckson Allen that five workers have died. Compensate them $15,000,000 per person.”