Expert Down The Mountain by Summer

Chapter 110
Kayson chuckled. “Be here in half an hour, or you might not get to see your son for the last time before he dies.” Kayson crushed
the phone by stepping on it and looked at Hector. “What are you going to do?” Hector felt chills down his spine just from
Kayson’s gaze. “Have you seen hell?” Kayson chortled and went up, crippling Hector’s four limbs amidst the latter’s anguished
cries. He then pulled out three needles and pushed them into three different pressure points. Hector’s tormented, blood-curdling
shrieks resonated in the mansion.
Over half an hour later, Patrick got to the mansion. Upon entering, he was greeted by Hector, who was soaked in blood and had
died with bulging eyes. Patrick’s resentment soared like tidal waves.
“Kayson Yarde! You’re going to die horribly!” Patrick’s eyes were crimson as he was overwhelmed by anguish. Kayson
commented indifferently, “You feel pain too? Have you thought of how much pain the families of those five workers are in?” “How
could those five lowly workers be compared to my son!?” growled Patrick. “Master Jo, I want him paralyzed and kept alive for
torture!” An old man with a white beard and white hair appeared at the door as soon as Patrick spoke. He was the Allens’ best
expert. Kayson glanced at him with a blank face. Master Jo had a lofty air as he sighed. “Young man, you shouldn’t have
offended the Allens.” “Because of you?” Kayson shook his head. “Show me what you got.”
Master Jo smiled upon seeing how nonchalant Kayson was. He was a fearless young man who would soon suffer from his
ignorance and naivety!
“Remember to grow a brain in your next life. Don’t offend everyone you see!” Master Jo moved so swiftly that he bearly left a
shadow as he dashed to swing a palm strike down at Kayson. Kayson’s expression was frosty as his right hand flew out in a
punch. Its force smashed Master Jo’s chest, leaving a deep imprint. Master Jo was flung into a wall with all his chest bones
broken as he was caught in disbelief. “I didn’t expect you to be at such ease with manipulating your energy... I was blind.” With
that, Master Jo’s head fell limp as he died right away. Patrick watched the scene in disbelief. “Master Jo...”
Suddenly, a gale struck him. Patrick quivered and felt vertigo hit him before he collapsed on the floor with his eyes rolled, mouth
skewed, and saliva drooled. Like his son, he convulsed in pain like his head was going to explode. Kayson left the mansion and
called Michael. “Patrick and Hector Allen, as well as a so-called Master Jo, are dead. Can you take care of it?” Michael seemed
to be doused in extreme shock as Kayson failed to receive any response as half a minute lapsed.
“Mr. Whitman?” he repeated with furrowed brows. It was only then Michael replied hastily, “Yes! Of course! “But Mr. Yarde, the
head of the Allens, Tuckson, might go berserk due to Patrick’s death...” Kayson answered indifferently, “Doesn’t matter. He
doesn’t have many days left anyway.” Michael froze in bafflement, not even realizing when he had hung up. Kayson patted
Hector’s unconscious guard to wake him up. The latter was filled with terror the moment he saw him, but Kayson smiled. “Go
back and tell Tuckson Allen that five workers have died. Compensate them $15,000,000 per person.”