Chapter 330 Death Wish
“It’s time, Mr. Goldstein!” Andy exclaimed, finally stopping what he was doing.
Jonathan frowned in confusion. “Time for what?”
“Have you forgotten what you promised me, Mr. Goldstein? You said to pick you up in a week,” Andy reminded. In fact, Jonathan had promised Andy a week ago that he would help teach the latter’s bunch of wastrels a lesson.
“I haven’t forgotten!” Jonathan replied, shaking his head.
Oh, my. I didn’t expect time to fly by this quickly! How has one week passed in just the blink of an eye?
“Mr. Goldstein, you’re not going back on your word, are you?” Andy muttered as he searched the man’s face suspiciously.
Jonathan immediately shot him a glance. “What do you think?”
After wiping his mouth with a tissue, he added, “Where is it located?”
“It’s at the border!”
“When do we leave?”
“Whenever you like!”
Upon hearing that, Jonathan lit a cigarette and took a puff. “Let’s go, then.”
“Yes, Mr. Goldstein!”
As the word fell, Andy stood up immediately, and it was then that Sophia could not help but turn to look at her nephew. “Are you leaving?”
“Yes,” Jonathan answered with a nod. “I have to keep my promise to him.”
“How long will you be gone?” Sophia asked as she bit her lip dejectedly. Even though she and Jonathan had only spent half a month together, he had already become an indelible part of her life.
With him suddenly running off, there was no doubt his absence would make her feel out of sorts.
“I don’t know,” Jonathan responded while shaking his head. “It could be a week, a month, or even half a year…”
Indeed, if it were merely a live-fire drill, he might not need that much time.
However, if Hunters Guild were involved, there would be no telling how long that could drag on.
Of course, Sophia was stunned. “What? That long?”
“Or I could be back in just a few days!” Jonathan said with a smile before patting Sophia’s head. “In any case, take care of yourself when I’m away. Make sure you don’t get fooled by others!”
Sophia rolled her eyes. “How’s that even possible? I’m your aunt, for crying out loud! Who needs a snob like you to lecture me? Get off my back, will you?”
“Fine. I’ll be going now, then,” Jonathan uttered, striding toward the door with his aunt in tow to see him off.
Just as he was about to get in the car, Sophia’s eyes started welling up with tears.
“You little snob, take good care of yourself when I’m not by your side!” she shouted. “Don’t forget that I’ll be waiting for you in Yaleview!”
“Got it!” Jonathan replied smilingly. After taking one last look at Sophia, he wound the window up.
A thunderous roar rang out the next moment, and the army green SUV instantly sped off into the distance.
Meanwhile, in the SUV, Jonathan opened the yellowed diary again and inserted the black-and-white photo of his family of three.
As soon as he closed it, though, his eyes glinted with murderous intent.
Hunters Guild, huh? I’m on my way! Soon, I’ll show them what it means to have a death wish!
In a mysterious area along the border of Chanaea was a dense forest that hid countless dangers. There were no signs of human habitation for thousands of miles; the only living things seemed to be the animals and insects.
That area, as it turned out, was called the Dead Zone.
What made it truly dangerous, however, was that not even the most technologically advanced satellites could penetrate the forest canopy to map out the land.
Because of that, even the most vicious murderers and hardened criminals would not venture into the forest unless it was absolutely necessary.
After all, taking a step into the Dead Zone meant being a step nearer to death.
The chances of surviving were practically slim to none.
What the world did not know, however, was that a team of special forces stayed hidden in the notorious Dead Zone.
Those special forces were none other than the Dragon Scale Guards.
They rubbed shoulders with death every day as they fought to stay alive in the forest.
Only those who survived the Dead Zone were qualified to join the Dragon Scale Guards and earn a chance to become one of the legendary members of Asura’s Office.
“Everyone, gather round!”
As the sound of a whistle pierced through the mountains, hundreds of thousands of Dragon Scale Guards promptly stood at attention, all armed to the teeth and fully geared.
Every one of them had gone through layers of rigorous screening and fought innumerable dangers and near-death situations to get to where they were today.
“Stop all training immediately and get ready to welcome our new chief instructor!” ordered Patrick Xander, lieutenant commander of the Dragon Scale Guards.
He was the most experienced person on the team and had been with the Dragon Scale Guards since day one. Together with Andy, they had killed their way through hordes of enemies and won numerous battles. In other words, Patrick was one of the few who had witnessed Dragon Scale Guards going from zeros to heroes.
There was no knowing how much blood Patrick had on his hands and how many lives he had taken.
Of course, there was also no knowing how many people he had killed with just his gun.
People only knew that aside from Andy Morsley, Patrick was the other true leader of the Dragon Scale Guards.
He was the one above all.
“Lieutenant Commander, could the new chief instructor be that little snob you showed us before? The one who’s only in his twenties? Has he even hit puberty?”
Upon hearing that, the crowd erupted into raucous laughter.
The one who had asked the question was a burly man who was almost two meters tall and weighed over two hundred pounds. He might be bald as an egg, but his eyes were terrifyingly fierce.
That, together with his strapping figure, made him look all the more ruthless.
“Of course he has already hit puberty. He’s in his twenties! Who knows, he might even have more hair than you!” a tanned, skinny man teased. Once again, the crowd burst into laughter.
After all, everyone could tell that he was poking fun at the burly man for not having any hair.
“Damn you! I’ll kill you if you make a joke about my head again!” the hot-tempered burly man shouted, ready to fight over any slightest disagreement.
Unfortunately, the skinny man did not seem to care. “Ha! It’s hard to say who’d end up killing whom. You don’t rely on your fists in a fight, you know? You rely on this!” he scoffed as he pointed at his head. “Yes, you have to use your brain. Oh, wait, I forgot you don’t have one. Never mind, then. I shan’t waste my time explaining it to you.”
“F*ck you! You have a death wish, don’t you?” the burly man yelled. The next second, he raised his gun and pointed it straight at the skinny man.
Alas, not only did the latter not flinch, but he also continued to incite his peer. “Who are you trying to scare with that gun? Fire away if you have the guts!”
Suddenly, Patrick bellowed, “Shut up! All of you!”
Silence immediately befell the crowd as they shrank back in pure terror.
They knew their lieutenant commander was truly fearsome and not someone they could afford to offend.
How could they, when Patrick had left piles of dead bodies in his wake while fighting his way through to his current position?
