Unrivaled Dragon Lord
Chapter 58: Young Master Sandoval’s Lapse

The killers all looked at Greta at one with their breathing sped up.

"What a beauty... It's been too long to see such a perfect woman..." Someone muttered with a not so fluent Chinese.

Eijiro was wearing an icy smile. Those beauties in Japan were far no match against Greta, just like leaves that set off the flower. Greta was the gorgeous flower and they were only a bunch of uncultured women without taste.

"Let's go. You can do whatever you want when we take them back!" He stepped out of the suite and saw Leila who had fainted at the entrance. His eyes fell on her dainty figure. She had a nice body too, yet she had fainted away due to excessive blood loss when she was given a stab at the abdomen. Eijiro shook his head. This type of woman was hard to mess.

The gang passed through the corridor. They walked out of the lift and decided to walk casually out of the hotel from the main entrance. Silence prevailed across the hotel and every part of it was filled with strong smell of blood except the suites that were being occupied. Corpses that belonged to those who did not die in peace and broken limbs were scattered everywhere, depicting an utmost terrifying bloody scene. It was all the work of those from the Chiba Dojo in Japan. To them, those East Asia sick men deserved to die.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed at the main entrance of the hotel.

Eijiro stopped and his pupils shrank. It turned out he was not aware of the abrupt appearance of the comer at all.

"Who's that?" With a roar, he shot a barrage of darts out with force. The comer tossed a touch of flame casually and it hit the dart down. As the flame dropped onto the ground, Eijiro was startled when he lowered his head and gazed at the floor because it was actually a cigarette butt! The comer had hit the sharp dart down effortlessly with a cigarette butt! How was that possible and how on earth did he do it? "Who on earth are you?" Eijiro took one step forward and was surrounded by a powerful aura. The horrifying aura to kill intended to engulf and suffocate Maxwell. Eijiro was the ace in the one sword style of the imperial city and also the young heir of the Chiba Dojo. The number of those who died in his hands was too many to count and he was the most terrifying headsman of all time!

"Put my wife down." The comer spoke slowly with a level voice. "Wife?" Eijiro threw a glimpse at Greta who was already drunk and unconscious, and let out a disdainful smile. "So she's your wife?" "Yes. Put her down, and disappear from my line of sight this instant," Maxwell said calmly as if he was saying something extremely normal.

"How reckless." Eijiro's expression turned icy and at the same time, a man in black stepped out from his back and rushed towards Maxwell with a long blade at hand. Eijiro gazed at Maxwell once again. He was the young heir of the Chiba Dojo and how could he accept the order of an East Asia sick man?

The killer flashed and showed up before Maxwell's eyes. As he was going to raise his blade, Maxwell suddenly gave a kick and slammed his foot straight onto the killer's chest. With a loud bang, the killer flew backwards like a broken kite and crashed onto the counter. The horrifyingly immense force had made the counter cracked. Eijiro turned his head and his heart plummeted when he saw that. That killer had widened his eyes and was obviously killed by a single kick. How exactly large should a force be in order to accomplish that?

"Who on earth are you really?" Eijiro questioned once again with a gloomy expression. "I'm the son in law of the Sandoval family and the husband of Greta Sandoval." Maxwell took out a cigarette airily. "Kill him---" Cold light glimmered on the long blade in Eijiro's hand and the killers all rushed and surrounded Maxwell at once. Their movement was as fast as lightning and a war was about to break out amidst the stagnant air. Maxwell was at the centre of the typhoon which was composed of the frightening sharp blades, yet his eyes were still calm without any fear and he was actually simmering with contempt. It was then a killer showed up from thin air at Maxwell's back with a long blade that was about to pierce through him. The waving of the blade was silent and even the piercing sound through the air was so soft almost resembling the sound of a breeze. Maxwell leaned his body to the side and landed his fist on the comer's face. The crispy breaking sound of the bone was heard and the comer's nose bridge was broken easily like breaking a tofu.

"Die!" Another bunch of killers dashed towards Maxwell almost during the same time he launched the attack and the air was echoed with the killers' frightening roar. Maxwell gave a hard push and one of the killers blocked the darts flying towards Maxwell with his chest. Maxwell counterattacked by swirling his leg and landed his knee hard on the killer's lower abdomen. The killer's organs were then instantly shattered into pieces by the intense vibration. "How could he have such a frightening speed and power? Is he a god?" One of the killers seemed greatly horrified. As swordsmen, they have attained the summit in terms of speed and could not be defeated, yet all the attacks they launched at Maxwell were repelled and had gone to no avail. Maxwell's speed seemed to about to go against physics law and he was absolutely an existence that could not be imagined!

At the blink of an eye, the killers around Eijiro were all defeated and all these events took no more than half a minute. Eijiro was pulling a long face as the people he brought this time were all aces in the one sword style of the imperial city, yet each of them could not withstand even one attack from Maxwell. Who on earth is that man? There were even not many people of his kind at the overseas! A legend-like man had actually existed in China, the inferior and filthy land!

"Who...who on earth are you?" Eijiro was greatly shocked when he saw his men all defeated and wounded. "Even the establisher of one sword style, Shusaku Chiba did not dare to stand before me." Maxwell spoke blandly and coldly. Watching Eijiro trembled, Maxwell gave him an obscure look and continued slowly. "Have you thought of the consequence when you lay your hands on my woman?" He tossed a dagger towards Eijiro as he spoke.

Eijiro caught it and his expression froze. He could hardly feel his legs when he looked at the wakizashi which was used to cut belly in disbelief. He had never seen it in real life before but he had seen it through books for countless times. That was not just any ordinary wakizashi that was used to cut belly as it was said that his ancestor, Shusaku Chiba had used the wakizashi to exchange for his life from an unknown person. Legend said that whoever possessed the wakizashi could wipe out the Chiba family and the family could not even resist! Only those from the family knew that it was actually because they were absolutely no match against the one who carried the wakizashi. In order to live, Shusaku had handed the wakizashi over back then and he promised that the descendants of the Chiba family would live a peaceful life and would not start war. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"How...how could it be you?" There was only terror left in Eijiro's eyes and his body had become stiff and cold. "Your ancestor promised he would not start wars back then and the descendants of the Chiba family would not take one step out of Japan... It looks like I've been too kind," Maxwell said slowly. He stared at Eijiro with an icy look, making him pulling a long face.

"No...that's not possible..." Eijiro inevitably shook his head. He could not dare to believe that the one from overseas had showed up in China, and was actually the son in law of the Sandoval family! "You could never be the one... You're an impostor!" he yelled deliriously. "Not willing to give up? Then I'll make you surrender now..." With a glacial stare, the thirst for blood was sensed from his eyes.

Eijiro started to become terrified. Maxwell's look was as cruel and cold as an animal, and his desire to kill was far more horrifying than his. How many bloody wars should one experience in order to have that kind of look and who could have faked that powerful aura? He could only be the one! The last bit of pride held by Eijiro finally shattered and he plunged to his knees onto the ground, his knees almost broke to pieces. Maxwell stood there with superiority and he stared at Eijiro who was dejected with contempt.

"I was blind... It's all my own personal doings...I've crept out without my family's notice...I only wanted to have more power to speak in the family. I beg you; please don't annihilate my family..." Eijiro trembled. He was finally desperate. He knew he had caused a huge trouble that he had actually offended the existence that could not be rebelled. Eijiro was filled with remorse. If he had known the background and identity of that woman, he would not dare to accept the mission! He hated Sandoval's guts at this moment. He must have done that on purpose and was planning to harm him!

"Tell Sandoval, that soon enough, I'll take his head off," Maxwell gazed at Eijiro and said slowly. "After all these, please kill yourself with the knife." Maxwell's voice grew softer and softer as he walked away. Until Eijiro lifted his head, Maxwell was already nowhere to be seen.

Maxwell walked into the hotel and carried Greta who was half-drunk out. As he reached the side of the road, a silver Rolls-Royce Phantom car showed up before him on time. The door of the car was opened and a handsome face entered his line of sight. "I suppose I'm not late? Boss," the handsome young man asked while chewing his gum. "Leila is still inside. Go check her out," Maxwell put Greta at the backseat and said.

"Sure." The young man got out of the car and hurried towards the hotel. He carried Leila back to the car after a short while and took bandage and drugs from the emergency kit at the trunk to stop the blood. After some emergency treatments, he said, "She was given a stab with only few centimeters away from the heart and she almost lost her life. Luckily her body is strong and she's able to survive. With such excellent sword skills, they must be from the one sword style school in the imperial capital." His expression went slightly gloomy.

Maxwell nodded and replied, "Send me back first." The man was startled. "Aren't you going to the hospital?"

"There are too many people in the hospital. It's not safe." Maxwell spoke obscurely. He was afraid that Sandoval would play his tricks again and threatened his and Greta's life. "Do those from the one sword style school not want to live anymore? If they dare lay a finger on my sister in law, we'll launch a missile and destroy their tiny little country!" The man gritted his teeth and was looking furious. "Sandoval, I'll dea with him nicely." Maxwell spoke with thoughts.

Along the road not far away from the hotel, a black BMW car had just set off and was on its way back to the hotel. All of a sudden, Sandoval's phone rang. He lowered his head and took his phone out. A smile broke upon his lips as it was Eijiro who made the call. It seemed like their mission had succeeded. "Mr. Chiba, have you brought me the head I wanted?" He picked up the call and asked with smiles on his face "Head? Because of you, our Chiba Dojo was nearly doomed!" Eijiro's ferocious and enraged bawl was heard at the other end of the phone. "D... Doomed?" Sandoval was startled. He did not understand what he meant at all. "Sandoval, someone asked me to deliver you a message. He said he'll take your head off soon enough," Eijiro said with a cold voice and Sandoval's expression froze at once. "Who's that?" He rumbled.

"The son in law of the Sandoval family."

Sandoval hung up the call instantly and he squeezed the phone with a gloomy and frightening look. It was a mockery, defiance and reckless counterattack towards him! He who had used to make flawless plans and call the shots felt his face burning with shame and embarrassment at that moment.0000

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