The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean)

Chapter 847

Storm flexed his muscles and nodded, "Alright."

Then he tumbled from the second floor, fell to the ground floor, and quickly joined the fight.

When he passed by Zephyr, he even had time to casually remark to Zephyr, "Wounded people should rest on theside. Be careful; you don't want to permanently disable yourself.

Zephyr was irritated, and his expression darkened, but he knew he couldn't overwork his body.

He had ripped open his wounds, and his muscles were strained in various places. There was pain all over hisbody. It could end badly if he forced himself to keep going.

Though he didn't want to, he had to slow down.

He took a step back and observed the situation.

Storm teamed up with Charles after he joined. They morphed into deadly fighting machines. Despite his abilities,Claude was unable to defend against them.

And someone on the upper floor had a gun pointed in his direction.

His expression darkened. He fought back fiercely, panting heavily, and demanded angrily, "Who the hell are you?Why are you trying to kill me?"

Storm smacked him in the face. With a chilly sneer, he said, "It doesn't matter who we are. All you need to knowis that you're going to die tonight!"

Claude had a long history of involvement with the underworld, but he had never met such haughty people before.His heart sank to the floor. He knew he was going to die tonight.

In desperation, all he could say was, "You can't kill me! If you do, the mafia will not spare you!"

Storm cocked an eyebrow at this and asked, "Oh, really? I'm terrified."

Coldly, Charles scoffed, "So what? Are they very powerful?"

Each of them reacted in exactly the same way, as if they couldn't care less. Their attitude was haughty.

Their attacks became ruthless immediately after they said that.

Storm nearly leaped up and struck his abdomen with his knee.

Claude's expression changed instantly. His organs cramped together, and his face contorted in pain.

This was far from the end.

Charles abruptly lifted his leg and kicked him on the chin.

Claude seemed to hear the sound of bones cracking almost instantly. His chin was in such pain that his entirebody went numb.

It was too much for him to bear. He couldn't stand up straight. He collapsed to the ground after knocking over thetable behind him.

Claude reacted swiftly, and he quickly decided that he needed to stand up.

However, Storm's mocking voice could be heard saying, "I advise you not to act rashly. Otherwise, you'll get abullet in the head."

Claude endured the agony. When he looked up, he saw that not only Cloud was standing on the second floor, butthat everyone dressed in black had a gun in their hands.

Everyone pointed their guns at his head!

Now, his entire body was rigid with fear, and he dared not move a muscle.

He was astounded by the skills and abilities of those in front of him.

He had offended many people over the years, but none were as powerful as this one.

Who are these people?

"Who are you?" Claude asked again, clenching his teeth. "I apologize if I have offended you in the past. I'mwilling to pay a large sum of money as long as you spare my life!"

In response to this, Storm snorted coldly, his eyes full of superiority.

"I thought you were tough, but how come you were pleading for mercy so quickly?" novelbin

Claude had blood on the corners of his mouth. He felt humiliated, but he wanted to keep his pride.

"I'm not begging for mercy; I'm trying to make a deal. Someone should have given you benefits and bribes ifyou're willing to take my life! I can give you anything you want. You set your own price; any amount isacceptable!"

With a small frown, Charles scowled.

"Do you think you're qualified to negotiate with us?" he asked impatiently.

Storm scowled disdainfully and asked, "Any amount is fine? Do you consider your life to be valuable? Don'tworry; we'll take care of your organization after you're gone. We don't need your money; we can get it ourselves.Now, let's cut the nonsense. Let's figure out how to torture you later, shall we?

"We should probably start with your legs," he said as his eyes swept over Claude. "You just kicked me a couple oftimes. It hurt a lot, so let's disable your legs first."