Chapter 102

The flames of hatred burning in Marlon's heart were so intense they almost consumed him. He never imagined Wallace would kill him the moment he became useless, just as Gilmore had predicted. Most hateful of all, Wallace planned to throw Marco to the sharks. How unscrupulous!

Marlon, though outnumbered by eight Palmer family experts, was fueled by such intense hatred that he felt no fear. He immediately used his palm to deflect their attacks, instantly engaging in a fierce battle. The living room was enveloped by the shadow of fists, the clashing of palms and fists deafening. Two experts spat blood after being struck by Marlon's palms. But despite his exceptional bravery, he was one man against eight. He too was struck, blood trickling from his lips. As the fight progressed, Marlon was forced onto the defensive; defeat seemed inevitable.

Thomas watched with a cold smile, thinking, "No matter how he fights, he's just an old man facing death. He can't escape his doom." Just as Thomas smugly watched the eight experts close in, a sound cut through the air. Shock filled his eyes.

Suddenly, one expert fell with a scream, a hole in his back gushing blood—a ghastly sight. Thomas's eyes widened. "How is this possible?" Before he could react, more air-cutting sounds rang out, concentrated this time. One by one, the remaining seven experts were struck, falling to the floor with cries of agony. All eight lay dead, each with a hole in their back or chest, as if shot.

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Thomas's face turned deathly pale. He couldn't believe eight experts were dead. The air-cutting sounds reminded him of internal force martialists' mana bullets—the only way to inflict such damage from a distance without leaving a trace. Was there an internal force martialist in the villa? Panic etched itself on his face. Even as a powerful external force martialist, he was nothing against an internal force martialist. Terrified, he cupped his fist, feigning calm, but his voice trembled as he said, "I apologize for the offense. We leave immediately." He dared not stay with a hidden internal force martialist. Escape was his only thought.

The two Palmer experts guarding Gilmore paled. Seeing their companions die instantly and hearing about the internal force martialist, they released Gilmore and rushed to Thomas's side, fleeing for their lives.

Marlon howled with laughter. "Thomas, you wanted to kill me, yet you run? Do you think you can escape with an internal force martialist present?" His laughter stemmed from his near-death experience. He watched as bloody holes appeared on the eight experts' chests, killing them. He realized the internal force martialist had arrived with Gilmore.

Seeing Thomas and the remaining two experts terrified, Marlon's joy intensified. He laughed maniacally, taunting them like a grim reaper. Their panic deepened; they felt death approaching, struggling to breathe. One expert fled, followed by another.

Thomas, despite his intuition warning him of danger, chose to flee to survive. He gambled on his escape. Again, the sound of something cutting through the air—a bullet piercing his body. Blood splattered; screams echoed. Thomas and the two remaining Palmer experts fell dead, their eyes wide open in regret and resentment. Even Marlon, who had been laughing, was shocked.

Shortly after the whizzing sound, Thomas and the two experts fell dead, as if instantly struck by a grim reaper. Marlon never saw the attacker or how they attacked. He was shocked; he realized the vast difference between his strength and that of the hidden expert.

With respect, Marlon cupped his fist toward the door, "Thank you for saving me, sir!"

Gilmore said, "Save it. He won't reveal himself."

Marlon saw Gilmore had freed him. "Mr. Reed, please thank him for me," Marlon said, grateful for the expert who had saved him.

In reality, there was no expert. Gilmore, with his hands bound and watched, had secretly flicked out mana with his finger, killing his opponents. No one saw.

Marlon said, "Gilmore, without you, I'd be dead, a pawn. Thank you for saving me. We're no longer enemies." He could no longer seek revenge. He couldn't repay kindness with evil.

Gilmore nodded. "I don't harbor deep hatred for you. You're trying to repay the Chapman family. Save Marco, and your debt is repaid."

Marlon's face tightened. He remembered Wallace's orders to silence him, and knew Marco would be targeted next. Marco was at a city center bar; the Palmers could easily find him. Marlon called Marco to warn him.

Gilmore said, "Don't waste your time. He's with Wallace. If you want to save him, go to the east port! Tonight at midnight, they'll send your Mr. Chapman away by ship"

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