Chapter 155 The Mighty Lord Campbell
Ryan walked toward Donald and bowed deferentially. “All three thousand soldiers from Pollerton 318 Regiment are at your service. Lord Campbell, we’re at your command!”
Three thousand soldiers? Lord Campbell?
Dumbfounded, Jay and the others had lost the ability to think straight.
What? Donald’s the legendary Lord Campbell?
Yvette and the others’ faces blanched as that was the most earth-shattering piece of news they had ever heard.
The mighty Lord Campbell had made his name among the nation.
He successfully protected the border and turned the tide of the battle at Quadfield, vanquishing the enemy in the Holy War all by himself.
Never could they have imagined that Donald was the well-known Lord Campbell.
It seemed like fate had played a joke on them.
To their dismay, that was not the end of the tribulation. After a thunderous rumbling coming from the outside, the entire Fortune Bar began to quake.
Yet again, they could not help but look out of the window.
Ten huge bulldozers took their positions. Each of their wheels was as big as the entrance of the hotel.
“L-L-Lord Campbell…” Jay stumbled over his words. His knees buckled out of a sudden. “I was ignorant! I should’ve known who you are!”
Shima was also nonplussed at the sight.
What’s going on? I actually tried to lay my hands on Lord Campbell’s wife! Still, although he’s the revered Lord Campbell, isn’t he taking it too far? How dare he dispatch military forces in a busy city! Isn’t he afraid that Chiliad Avion would punish him? How is he going to explain tonight’s situation to the citizens?
Only then did Donald crack a faint smirk. “Look. Your security system is not doing its job.”
A cold sweat broke out on Jay’s forehead. His blood had run cold.
What kind of ordinary security system could withstand such destructive power?
“Lord Campbell, I’m wrong! I’ve truly realized that I’m in the wrong!” Jay trembled in unmitigated terror.
Slowly drawing closer to him, Donald pressed his right hand on top of Jay’s head and said, “Jennifer’s my beloved wife. You’ve crossed the line. Since you’ve committed a sin, it’s only natural that you receive your punishment.”
His voice sounded like Lucifer.
Unable to bear the overwhelming pressure anymore, Jay let out a roar and pulled a dagger from his pocket, lunging and aiming it at Donald’s heart.
A gust of violent air gushed out from Donald’s palm, instantly tearing Jay’s brain into pieces.
With a thump, Jay fell onto the ground, succumbed.
Slanting against the couch, Shima yelled in desperation, “You cannot kill me! I’m a soldier from Yartran! I’m a Yartran colonel!”
Unfortunately, Donald merely cast a scornful gaze at him. “I can even take on Yartran by myself. You’re just a colonel. Who do you think you are?”
Shima kept mum immediately.
He could not come up with a rebuttal, nor was it meaningful to come up with one.
“I’ll send you to hell.” Donald grabbed his neck and twisted it with ease.
After a crisp crack, Shima was sent to the netherworld.
“It’s your turn now.” Donald cast his gaze upon Yvette and the other two.
Hugging each other tightly, they looked at Donald in fear as though witnessing a demon before their eyes.
“You were the one who killed Harrison and assaulted Oliver, right?” Yvette asked in a quivering voice.
In response, Donald nodded.
“Can you let us off?” Irene begged pitifully.
To her dismay, Donald shook his head.
“I’ll do it.” A man in azure armor entered the room, holding the Azure Wyvern Blade. With an effortless slash, three heads were sliced off in a clean cut.
“Send Jay and Shima’s fresh head to Akio and Rupert,” Donald ordered.
“Yes, Lord Campbell,” Kingsley acceded respectfully.
Only then did Donald cast his gaze upon the remaining four hundred-odd guards.
“There are four hundred and twelve in total. I’ll handle them,” Kingsley said.
Nodding, Donald replied, “We’ll demolish Fortune Bar into a flat land.”
“Yes.” Kingsley displayed a loyal mien.
After Donald had exited Fortune Bar, the nine-floored, tens-of-thousands-square-meter, towering building instantly tumbled down into ruins, raising a cloud of dust.
