Ding!
A notification suddenly popped up in Noah’s line of sight.
...
[Ultimate Revenge Updated.]
[Target: Victor White]
[Task: Kill]
[Bonus: $1,500,000 | Personnel Points +75 | Skill Points +75 | Unknown Gift Bonus]
[Failure results in death!]
...
This was what Noah had been waiting for—his system was about to activate Ultimate Revenge.
He believed this kind of revenge would earn him a lot of Experience Points, and just the thought made him feel thrilled.
Noah couldn’t help but notice how crimson the old man’s face had become. If this old man got any angrier, he might actually die before Noah could exact his revenge.
Imagining his experience points slipping away made Noah feel a slight worry.
He needed to humor Victor first, right?
So, Noah flashed a smile and said, "Uncle Victor... Please don’t be angry. Your blood pressure might be getting worse."
Victor was left speechless, placing a hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to ease the tension. But Noah’s sarcastic words, paired with his mocking smile, were enough to make Victor’s head throb and tempt him to slap Noah’s face in frustration.
"I’m just asking, Uncle Victor... Don’t be mad, please. I will try to help. But I can’t guarantee they’ll let him go tomorrow," he added, noting the way Victor White’s expression darkened.
’Boss... can you act more convincingly?’ Jason’s teasing voice echoed in Noah’s mind.
He gave Jason a brief glance and replied, ’I try my best. But he’s still angry...’
’Tsk, tsk. Did you know that you’re stabbing him with your words!? Ugh, can we just settle this bastard now?’ Jason grumbled.
He didn’t understand why Noah was still buying time. And now, sitting there, watching these arrogant people try to oppress them, it was driving him mad with impatience.
’I just tried to humor him, but it seems he might die soon from anger,’ Noah chuckled slightly before continuing. ’Get ready. You take care of the three people behind him. Don’t strain yourself with the one with dreadlocks. I’ll handle him...’
Noah instructed calmly, even though tension gripped his heart as he prepared to face the young devil.
He didn’t know how to eliminate him without the proper weapon, but he was sure he could fight—and if luck was on his side, maybe even torture him, right?
’Noah, don’t worry... I’ll take care of him too. He looks weak...’ Jason’s confident tone echoed in Noah’s mind.
’Well, man, that person certainly looks weak, but he’s not human... He’s no match for you, Jason. Just leave him to me...’
Noah could only sigh as he noticed Jason’s expression stiffen, his eyes locked onto the young devil.
’Wh-Whaat? Is he a D-Devil? That person is really a devil in disguise!?’ Jason’s trembling voice returned.
Before Noah could reply, Victor yelled to break the silence.
"Alright, Noah... Make the call now..." he pressed again, feeling his anger no longer a threat to his blood pressure.
Noah’s expression slowly turned somber as he answered, "I don’t have a cell phone, Uncle Victor—"
Victor White’s jaw dropped as he stared at Noah in disbelief, his brows furrowed as he annoyedly said, "What? Are you kidding me? How can a young person not have a phone?"
Noah ignored him and shrugged.
Victor White raised his hand and waved forward. "Search him! Find his cell phone!" he ordered.
The tall man with a scar across his face stepped toward Noah. But before he could get close, Jason’s voice rang out, sharp and cold: "Try to touch him, and you’ll lose your hand!"
All eyes turned in the direction of Jason’s voice. For the first time, they actually noticed him; until now, he had been sitting silently in the corner.
But now, seeing his towering frame, his firm build, and the cold, commanding aura radiating from him was enough to catch them off guard.
Only for a moment, though, Victor White broke the silence.
"Why are you afraid of him? He’s alone. He’s just bluffing about breaking your hand."
A few people chuckled from the back, mocking Jason as if to remind him he was outnumbered.
But Jason paid them no mind as his gaze locked on the scar-faced man. He moved slowly and deliberately, giving the man a silent chance to reconsider touching Noah.
Because if the scar-faced man didn’t hear his warning... he might lose that hand for real.
And just like that... the scar-faced man was inches from Noah when Jason grabbed his arm—fast and with a crushing grip—leaving him no time to react.
Jason didn’t give the man a chance to move. He twisted the arm sharply, and a sickening crack echoed through the room, followed by the man’s agonized howl, shocking everyone.
He didn’t stop there. Jason slammed his foot into the man’s tendon, another crack sounded, and another scream tore out of him as he collapsed to the ground in a wretched heap.
It had all happened so fast.
In less than a minute, the scar-faced man was writhing on the floor, no longer able to stand. Jason finished it off with a brutal kick that sent the man flying several meters through the air.
Then, silence.
The man no longer cried out. He had fainted from the pain.
Jason’s cold gaze swept across the three men behind Victor White, then toward the others lurking in the shadows, including the bald man who had captured them.
"Does anyone else want to volunteer?" Jason said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Feel free to approach me."
No one moved.
But then Victor finally broke the silence. He narrowed his eyes at Jason, "You’re the one who took down my men at Caldwell Construction, aren’t you?"
Victor White still couldn’t believe he hadn’t recognized him sooner, despite seeing him with Noah before.
Jason met his stare. "Old man... It appears that your memory is still functioning properly. Yeah... I’m that guy."
One of the men behind Victor snapped. He pulled out his gun and aimed it straight at Jason. "Oh, fuck! You’re dead, man! You beat Brother Roberto... how dare you!" he roared.