The Exalted Warrior novel Chapter 947

True enough, the corners of Peace’s mouth that were once lifted, slowly flattened and soon a gloomy sensation dawned on his face.

“If money can solve the matter, I wouldn’t choose to use force, I’m that kind of person. Heh, Miss Pretty, I’ve given you the opportunity to avoid that but you didn’t seize it. Since we can’t come to an agreement then don’t blame me for being brutal!”

His eyes were fierce and ruthless. He waved his hand and yelled out an order, “Kill the man and take the woman!”

“Yes, Young Master!”

The bodyguards put on wicked grins and took a few steps toward Fane and Selena. They were pumped up to kill.

Fane walked forward and stood in front of Selena. He clenched his fist tightly and swung his arm at the two bodyguards.

“Humph! Kiddo, look at the flabby body of you, you…”

One of the two bodyguards snorted coldly. Then both of them balled their fist and blasted head-on with Fane.

Bang!

Unfortunately, before the bodyguard could finish his sentence, both of them were blasted several meters back and smashed heavily onto the ground far from them.

“Pfft!”

The two gushed out a mouthful of blood when they hit the ground. The color drained out of their face; their face turned white.

“No f*cking way! One of them is on par with a major and another is comparable to a marshal!”

Surprise surged through Peace; he was in a complete state of shock. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped to the ground. “Young Master Quinton, didn’t you say that this brat isn’t that powerful?”

Caleb almost spewed blood when he heard that. “Young Master Chaffman, I didn’t say that this brat isn’t powerful. I clearly told you that dozens of my bodyguards weren’t his opponent and I suggested for you to bring elite fighters from your family. But you, yourself claimed that it’s enough to bring these few bodyguards!”

Pow!

Sure enough, in the next second, Fane punched harshly into Caleb’s face. Blood immediately sprayed out of his nose and he plopped onto the ground. He was like the bodyguards, spewing mouthfuls of blood and several of his teeth fell out.

Peace wheeled his head and stared at the miserable-looking Caleb behind him. Terror stabbed his heart, and his body was wobbly with fear that the fats on his chubby face was bouncing uncontrollably.

“Brat, Young Master Quinton’s family is nowhere near mine. I’m the young master of a second-class aristocrat family in this Swallow City! Hmph! If you dare touch a single strand of my hair, you’ll pretty much be done for!”

Peace barked with a feeble and shaky voice. He knew very well that the Chaffman family was very powerful, but at the same time, he was also afraid of a man like Fane, who did not fear death. He was unlucky to meet such a man.

Bang!

Fane did not bother to continue the useless conversation with the other party, instead, he swung his leg and kicked Peace in his thick belly.