The price of betrayal (Jack and Ashley) novel Chapter 410

They had anticipated this outcome all along—Nolan was a madman. He had come here with murder in mind.

After the brutal display, Nolan casually wiped the blood from his hands on the shirt of a trembling man nearby. With an air of nonchalance, he returned to the sofa, sinking into it as if nothing had happened.

Fixing his gaze on Gregory, whose face was now a pallid mask of rage and despair, Nolan spoke in a tone as light as it was menacing.

"Now, are you ready to reconsider my proposal? I'm only giving you one chance. If you do as I say, you'll live—and so will the rest of your men. But if you refuse, everyone dies.

A dangerous glimmer danced in Nolan's eyes as he added softly, "To be honest, I wouldn't mind if you refused. It's been a while since I've indulged in a proper bloodbath."

Gregory drew a long, shaky breath, his eyes locked on Nolan. After a tense silence, he said, "Mr. Greene, your power must rival that of a grandmaster. But don't you feel such wanton slaughter disrupts the natural order?

"Mr. Greene, I'll admit it—I've lost today. But mark my words, this grudge won't be forgotten."

There was a bitter resignation in his tone as he gritted his teeth and continued, "You've won. I yield. But, Nolan, this isn't over. I'll find a way to settle this score."

Turning to leave, Gregory had barely taken a step when Nolan's voice, calm and cutting, stopped him cold.

"I don't care if you seek revenge—anytime, anywhere. But I'm in a foul mood today, and I don't take kindly to threats.

"Cut off one of your arms, and you can leave."

The room seemed to freeze. Gregory spun around, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Nolan, you've gone too far! If I'm forced to retaliate, you might win, but you'll pay dearly for it!"

Nolan's lips curled into a faint smirk, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper.

"Is that so? Then go ahead, try. But know this, you'll be the first to die."

Gregory's face shifted from pale to red, then back again, a volatile cocktail of shame and anger coursing through him. But he knew Nolan was right.

After witnessing his terrifying strength, Gregory realized there was no alternative, unless he wanted to die.

Taking another deep breath, his eyes glinting with malice, Gregory growled, "Bring me a knife."

But Nolan merely shook his head, his expression unyielding.

"No."

Turning back to Gregory, he smiled faintly.

"Gregory, it seems you've treated your men well enough. They're loyal, I'll give you that. But why, oh why, did you have to provoke me?

"Don't waste your breath trying to guilt me, and don't expect me to show compassion. I've already shown mercy, none of you would be alive otherwise.

"So, do it. Whether it's now or later, you'll have to do it. Better to get it over with."

Gregory's lips twisted into a bitter smile. He took one last, deep breath, his voice cold and sharp as broken glass.

"Then I should thank Mr. Greene for his mercy."

With that, he shoved Ironhead and Mad Dog aside. His eyes, wide with fury and resolve, fixed on the blade. Letting out a guttural roar, Gregory raised the knife high and brought it down with devastating force on his left arm.