NovelEnglishChapter 663 “Scram.”
Quentin had disrupted his practice, which was hundreds and thousands of times more infuriating than being in
the way of someone raking in profit. In ancient times, people might even have looked for his hto kill his
family and vent their fury.
Both grandmasters were scowling, but they moved to the side obediently. There was no way they would want to
die so abruptly. As for the other Osborn experts, they were cowering in a corner looking horrified.
Then, a few people cfrom the direction of the bedroom. Sir Osborn was in the center of the entourage, while
the man walking ahead was Paxton, who had met Kayson.
Paxton barked once he saw Kayson, “Yarde, what are you doing here?!”
He looked enraged. “Didn‘t | transfer the money? How dare you call the way here? You think the Osborns
are pushovers ?!”
Kayson was unfazed. “Oh, it's you... | know, so whatever's between us is over.”
“Then why,”
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Paxton was interrupted by Kayson. “I'm here because something else happened tonight ... You're the man people
call Sir Osborn, aren't you?”
Sir Osborn was still calm and composed, as expected from
someone who had experienced his fair share of life. He asked.” Where's Quentin Wolke?”
“Dead,” Kayson answered.
Sir Osborn sighed. “I didn’t expect that he wouldn't be able to kill you either. Looks like it‘ll take a Warlord to kill
you.”
Paxton was surprised. He knew who Quentin was-he was the old man’s bodyguard. It was said that he was
already half a Smasher and was unimaginably skilled. Kayson had managed to kill him?
Kayson‘s mind expansion took over the whole Osborn residence as he asked, “Where's your family’s Smasher?”
Sir Osborn frowned. “Why are you looking for him?”
“To kill him.”
Kayson shouted icily right after he spoke, the cry sounding like thunder that erupted above the whole Osborn
residence.
“What a bold claim from a mere peak pre-celestial fighter. | didn‘t plan to pay attention to you initially, but since
you're so brazen, showhow good you are.”
As soon as those words were spoken, a golden sword beam slashed through the dark night. Menacing sword
energy engulfed the space, and the roof of the Osborn residence was flipped off as a result.
“Hah, Valdis Osborn, a Smasher like you attacking a young man? Aren‘t you embarrassed?”
Just when the sword beam was about to hit Kayson, a scoff
was heard. Brown sword energy then shot through several hundred meters in the night sky and collided with it.
Boom!
The blow resulting from the collision wrecked more than half of the Osborn residence as smoke and rubble rose
in the air.
“Swenson Windsor!”
The Osborn Smasher sounded shocked. “Your injury‘s healed?!”
Swenson smiled warmly at Kayson as he landed on the roof.” Kayson, I'm not too late, am 1?”
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“What brings you here, Mr. Windsor?” Kayson asked.
Swenson smiled. “I promised to help you three times. This is one of them.”
Kayson actually did not mind it. It was not like he had helped Swenson for this favor.
The Osborn Smasher climbed up to the roof as well, so they each stood at a corner.
Sir Osborn and the rest hurriedly bowed before him, but he only responded with a slight nod and smirked,
looking at Kayson. “If it weren‘t for Swenson, I'd have your head today.”
Kayson let out an “oh” sound and said, “Mr. Windsor, move aside. I'd like to see this Osborn Smasher have my
head.”
Swenson could not help wincing inwardly-as fearless as expected of young, naive blood! He was a peak pre-
celestial fighter, yet he had dared challenge a Smasher. Swenson thought
that if he were not there, Kayson would die again even if he had more lives to spare.
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