Chapter 96 You Deserve To Die
Donald looked resolute, and he radiated an imposing aura that showed he was the one in control. Reina’s initial impression of him was that he was only skilled in fighting. But now, she found herself pleasantly surprised.
Jasper stood stunned. Feeling a sense of dread, he shouted, “Dad! What are you doing? Get up! You’re Lucas Albee, and your father-in-law is the head of the Octagon Sect!”
Lucas ignored him and did not budge at all. “Mr. Campbell, please punish me!”
At that moment, the only thing he could do was plead guilty.
That was because he knew the fate of his entire family was in Donald’s hands.
Apologies and pleas were useless at that point.
“Dad, say something!” Panicking, Jasper stepped forward to haul Lucas to his feet when he saw a few more people coming down the corridor again.
The man walking in front had snowy white hair and was wearing a smart suit. He was Charles, the richest man in Pollerton. Looking nervous, Charles approached Donald and greeted him respectfully.
Jasper stood frozen to the spot as if struck by lightning.
He recognized the person behind Charles too.
That’s Zayne Yates! His fame and power rival Dad’s!
Zayne was carrying a sack that was dripping blood. He walked up to Donald and got down on one knee. “Mr. Campbell, these are the fifteen severed heads of those from the Octagon Sect and the Karate Association. We’re about to deliver them to those two places. Please have a look.”
By then, Jasper had lost his ability to think clearly.
He was shocked to see Lucas get to his knees, but Charles’ and Zayne’s appearance struck him with sheer terror.
Who on earth is this guy named Donald Campbell? Madelyn told me he was just a good-for-nothing, but is that really the truth? Would so many bigshots treat him with such respect if he was indeed a good-for-nothing?
Then, a third person appeared. He was plump and seemed to be a chef. He was even holding an iron ladle and had a blade used for slaughtering pigs hanging around his waist.
It was Tyson!
With the exception of Jim, four out of five of the most powerful and influential people in Pollerton had gathered.
Reina stared in disbelief at the scene before her. As for Jasper, he had turned deathly pale.
Frankie was the last to arrive. His eyes crinkled as he seemed to rejoice in Jasper’s bleak situation. “Goodness, Jasper. You really don’t seem to fear death.”
“You… You…” Jasper pointed at Donald, his mouth going dry. What have I done? Who is he? He’s utterly terrifying! Why did so many people panic when he got enraged and hurry over to appease him?
Finally, Donald spoke. “Lucas, why don’t you tell me what I should do.”
A shiver ran down Lucas’ spine as he groveled on the floor, not daring to lift his head. “Please do as you wish. I won’t utter a single word of objection.”
Jasper staggered a little when he heard those words. It finally dawned on him that even his father would not be able to protect him!
He fell to his knees and bowed toward Donald repeatedly. “Mr. Campbell, please forgive me! Please spare my life! I won’t do it again!”
Jasper continued to bow over and over again while kneeling next to Lucas.
Lucas did not move even an inch. The worry etched across his face made him look as though he had aged more than ten years.
“You truly deserve to die,” Donald muttered.
His tone was cold and flat, and his expression emotionless.
No one dared to make any sound.
Then, Donald turned to Zayne and instructed, “Take care of it.”
Zayne nodded at once. “Yes, Mr. Campbell. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
“No! My maternal grandfather is the head of the Octagon Sect, and my mother is president of the Karate Association! My uncle is a permanent resident of Yartran! If you kill me, you’ll have to bear the consequences!” Jasper roared.
Frankie stared at Jasper as if the latter was an idiot.
Is he seriously going to try and weasel his way out of this at this point? Octagon Sect? Karate Association?
