Chapter 6: Unless He Is God

The leader didn't believe James could take out his elite men single-handedly, unless he was God himself.

"You guys are really stupid!"

James's figure moved, finally transforming into a dark golden streak of lightning!

Gunshots crackled like popping beans, muzzle flashes blazing as bullets tore up the ground where James had been standing, sending stone fragments flying.

But James was already long gone from that spot.

"Where is he? Where'd he go!"

One gunman shouted in terror, realizing James had completely vanished from his sight.

"He's... he's behind you..."

Another companion's voice came out like a sob, but before he could finish, his neck twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees with a sickening crack.

With his werewolf bloodline fully unleashed, James's speed had exceeded the limits of human neural response.

In James's eyes, the world seemed to enter slow-motion slideshow mode.

And James was the Grim Reaper moving through the gaps in time.

He weaved through the crowd—a flick of his fingertips and a fountain of blood would spray forth; a horizontal slash of his palm and a throat would shatter.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

"Where the hell is he! Damn it!"

Screams rang out continuously, but these cries would often cut off abruptly halfway through.

Those dozen or so arrogant elite gunmen fell in waves in less than ten seconds.

Even in their final second, their eyes were still fixed forward, completely unaware that the Grim Reaper had already circled behind them.

Inside the warehouse, a thick smell of blood filled the air.

The leader was completely stunned.

His hand holding the revolver was shaking, his legs trembling.

He'd killed countless people and seen countless tough guys, but he'd never seen someone who could dodge bullets and instantly kill ten men.

At that moment, James appeared before him.

"Don't... don't come any closer!"

The leader quickly tightened his grip on Sophia's neck, pressing the cold gun barrel against the girl's forehead, roaring: "One more step and I'll blow her brains out! I swear I'll shoot! Don't push me!"

Sophia's tears had long since blurred her vision, her body trembling in the killer's arms.

James stopped five feet away, his dark golden pupils fixed on the man.

"You're scared? Don't want to face reality?"

"I'm not scared! I've got leverage!" The leader screamed frantically, trying to regain his composure, but his trembling legs and shaking hands betrayed him.

James moved closer step by step.

"Your heart's racing, your hands are shaking, your breathing's all over the place. You want to pull the trigger, but you're finding that your brain can't control your finger anymore."

"Go to hell! You monster!"

Unable to withstand the psychological pressure, the leader roared and prepared to pull the trigger.

However, just as his finger was about to apply force, he felt a bone-chilling cold at his brow.

A broken steel rod had somehow appeared in James's hand and was casually thrown by him.

The steel rod pierced through the leader's skull, the powerful momentum carrying his corpse backward and pinning it to a wooden crate behind him.

His eyes were wide open, the revolver in his hand never getting the chance to fire a single shot.

James walked forward and tore off the ropes binding Sophia.

Sophia collapsed into James's arms, gasping for fresh air, unable to hold back her sobs.

"Let's go. Time to go home."

James picked up Sophia with one arm, his figure once again becoming a blur as he left the warehouse.

The Gambino Villa.

The clock in the hall ticked away.

Vito sat in the main seat, his face terribly dark.

Below him, Sal and other family members paced back and forth anxiously.

Sal glanced at his watch, furious.

"Nine minutes, boss. I told you that kid's a lunatic. He's probably run off by now, or dead in some ditch. Counting on him to rescue Sophia is a joke!"

Another high-ranking member said harshly, "That's right. The Smith family dared to send this lunatic to humiliate us—we absolutely can't let them get away with it. We should send people to surround the Smith Villa right now and wipe them out!"

Vito remained silent for a long time, finally taking a deep breath.

"When time's up, if we don't see Sophia... notify all our members. Level the Smith Villa. I want Joseph's entire family to be buried with Sophia."

"Yes!"

Sal excitedly pulled out his phone, ready to issue the massacre order.

The time jumped to nine minutes and fifty seconds.

All the bodyguards drew their guns, the sound of safeties clicking off echoing through the hall.

Nine minutes fifty-five seconds...

Nine minutes fifty-seven seconds...

Nine minutes fifty-eight seconds...

Just as Vito was about to wave his hand to give the order, the manor gates were pushed open!

A black figure entered against the light, carrying a girl in a school uniform in his arms.

Everyone in the room was stunned, frozen in place.

The tenth minute!!

Right on time, not a second off.

James casually set down Sophia, who immediately screamed and rushed toward Vito.

"Dad!"

"Sophia!"

Vito stood up and crossed the distance in a few strides, pulling Sophia into his arms.

He reached out with trembling hands to check Sophia's body, finding that aside from some ligature marks, she was completely unharmed!

At that moment, Vito's subordinates who had been ready to go out and kill were all dumbstruck.

Ten minutes.

Rescuing someone from the hands of armed-to-the-teeth kidnappers and bringing her back.

In their understanding, this was a miracle that even deploying the military might not accomplish!

Sal screamed in disbelief.

"This... this is impossible! Who are you? How did you do it?"

James looked at the crazed Sal and said flatly.

"Ignorant people are the most stupid, you know that?"

Vito comforted Sophia, then looked up at James.

"James... thank you, James."

In Vito's view, there was only one explanation: James was a proxy for some top-level power, and the moment he set out, that power's secret forces had already cleared the battlefield in advance.

Otherwise, one person?

Ten minutes?

Unless he was God!

But he knew James would never reveal the truth.

"James, you saved Sophia. I promised you before that I'd help you investigate the truth about your wife's death. We found out that the day before her accident, she went to your good friend Victor's bar, so he should know something."

Victor...

James thought of this close friend. When he was kicked out of his family, Victor had helped him out, and naturally knew Emily too.

Vito continued: "But your friend's bar has been targeted! There's some trouble, looks like it's going to close down!"

Hearing this, James's eyes turned cold.

He glared at Vito: "If you're lying to me, you know what'll happen!"

"Go see for yourself and you'll know! But I'd advise you not to get involved—those people are way more vicious than us mobsters! Are you sure you dare go there alone?"