Unrivalled God of War

Chapter 108

Chapter 108

I’m so dead. This was the mantra that ran through Gunther’s head.

Nathan’s voice was apathetic as he called out, “Excuse me, please call the lift!”

Gunther stiffened in surprise before understanding the request. He ignored the pain of his broken ribs as he struggled to get up and reached out to press on the lift button.

Several seconds later, the lift arrived and the doors opened slowly.

Nathan and Penny walked past Gunther, heading into the lift.

With their backs facing Gunther, the fear in him vanished. Turning your back on your enemy was the most foolish thing to do as it would be the best opportunity for him to kill the man.

Should I do it? Ah, f**k it!

He knew how cruel and sadistic Kenneth Logan could be. If he went back now to report his failed mission, he would be in a world of pain. So, he might as well take the risk.

Pulling a dagger out from behind his back, he lunged towards Nathan aiming for his heart.

Without even looking back, the umbrella in Nathan’s hand jerked backward.

Squelch!

The tip of the umbrella stabbed right into the middle of Gunther’s forehead and he stiffened.

As Nathan pulled back the umbrella, Gunther pitched forward to the ground and died.

Pressing the button for the ninth floor, the doors began to close.

After the doors were fully closed, Nathan turned to Penny, who still had her eyes shut tight. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Her face was pale as she opened her eyes and asked in a quavering voice, “Who were they?”

His voice was steady as he reassured her, “You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll handle it.”

Reaching the ninth floor, they reconvened with Benson and the others. After that, the whole family took another lift to the car park.

Nathan told Penny, “Penn, you guys go ahead and head back home. I still need to deal with some matters.”

She knew he was going to deal with the assassins. She assumed they were sent here by people who were after the construction project again. There was concern in her tone as she urged him, “Please be careful.”

Nathan smiled at her gently. “I will.”

As Penny drove away, an inconspicuous black SUV pulled out from a parking space further back and followed them. The men in the van had been tasked by Colin to protect the Cross family from afar.

When their car disappeared from the view, a Jeep stopped in front of Nathan.

In the driver’s seat was Colin.

Nathan got into the Jeep and murmured, “How many people from the Logan family came?”

Colin, who had found out everything he could before he came, replied lowly, “The heir to the Logan family, Kenneth Logan, is here with Bane and Gunther, two of his best men. He also brought thirty of

their elite fighters with him.”

Gunther and twenty of those elites had already been defeated by Nathan. Some were lucky enough to escape with injuries but some were not.

“Where’s Logan now?”

Exiting the parking lot, Colin reported, “He’s at Cloud Palace now creating trouble for Thomas.”

“Get there ASAP.”

“Yes sir!”

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Cloud Palace, Channing.

The restaurant was in shambles. Jack and his men were lying on the ground in their own puddles of blood, each badly injured and close to death.

Amidst the ruins of the once tidy restaurant, Bane had a faintly smug look on his face as he stared at Thomas with cruel eyes. The black dagger in his hand was stained with blood.

Thomas’ body was littered with hundreds of slashes, each deep enough to have blood oozing from the wounds. He was breathing heavily as he glared at Bane.

Although he was part of Nathan’s guard, he had been forced to retire early due to some injury. His fighting prowess was nothing like it used to be when he was at his peak. To make things worse, he had not been training much the last two years and his fighting skills had deteriorated rapidly.

Bane, on the other hand, was a man specifically raised by the Logan family to be a killing machine. Every day, he spent countless hours practicing the various ways to kill people.

Needless to say, Thomas was at a complete disadvantage fighting against an opponent like him. If it had not been for Kenneth’s order to drag this on as long as possible, he would have died by Bane’s hands long ago.

Instead, he had to suffer a slow, agonizing death as Bane cut him up, bit by bit.