Chapter 817: Chapter 36: A Pot Falls from the Sky
Jason was non-lethal.
The Send Family’s 8th heir truly thought so.
To the average person, every “Brutalizer” was terrifying, chilling to the bone, but for Send 8, born into the “Send Family,” a “Brutalizer” was nothing more than a tool person.
A tool that made the family even more stable, more powerful!
It was also one of the family’s assets.
That was in the past.
After the “incident” before, Jason had already clearly aligned with the “Losa Family.”
But what did that matter?
It just shifted from one family to another.
Essentially, it was still a tool.
So why should he be afraid?
Moreover, Send 8 had come prepared.
Apart from the visible bodyguards, he had an invisible bodyguard; that individual truly was the one protecting his safety.
In the eyes of his protector, it was just a slightly stronger ordinary person.
Therefore, Send 8 confidently used Jason as a step for easing the atmosphere.
He walked around from beside the sofa to face Jason.
He intended to “use” Jason in a condescending manner.
However, even though Jason was sitting cross-legged, munching on roast goose, Jason’s own physique was much taller and more robust than an ordinary person, whereas Send 8 was just average height.
Thus, the condescending posture did not materialize.
This made Send 8 frown.
He felt dissatisfied.
Then, he lifted his foot and kicked away the empty plate by Jason’s side.
The empty plate, once holding roast goose, hit the wall and shattered.
It caused Jason, who was indulging in the delicacy in his hand, to lift his head.
The hockey mask slightly pushed up, revealing his mouth, jaw, and the eyes nearly obscured, leaving only a sliver – the original eye positions on the hockey mask appeared empty.
Such hollowness was discomforting.
Or rather, the mask itself was terrorizing.
Everyone felt that way.
Send 8 was no exception.
An inexplicable sense of fear made Send 8 involuntarily take a step back.
But the next moment, anger appeared on Send 8’s face.
Was he actually afraid of a tool?
This made Send 8 feel ashamed.
Instantly, Send 8 stepped forward again and shouted in a high-pitched voice.
"You really are useless!”
"I’ve already kicked your plate, and you don’t even know how to fight back?”
"Those videos before, they were edited, right?”
Send 8 spoke in a provocative tone.
This too was instinctive.
He used this provocation to cover up the fear that belonged to him.
This was nothing new.
He had always done so.
And it had always been effective.
Because he was the 8th in line to the Send Family.
Even if people looked down on him, they would still fear the “Send Family” and understand what they should do.
And Send 8 believed Jason would be the same.
So when he saw Jason grip the handle of his knife, he was not worried or afraid, but instead said with a chuckle.
"What? Want to kill me?”
Send 8 had seen others who wanted to act to maintain their “dignity,” but without exception, they all ended up throwing away even more “dignity.”
No matter how much blustering, it was fake.
It couldn’t become real.
Send 8 was still thinking when his disdainful gaze caught a fleeting Cold light.
Blood-red filled his vision in an instant.
It was his true bodyguard’s.
The one ordinary people couldn’t see, laid there in a pool of blood, body severed.
He had never thought someone could detect his bodyguard; at least in his understanding, no one in the Game Mansion, District F, should have been able to.
So how did Jason find out?
Send 8 thought, but quickly threw the thought out of his mind.
Jason turned his head towards him.
A surge of negative emotions burst forth from the bottom of Send 8’s heart in that instant.
"Wait, we can discuss
The Broad Blade Cleaver cut through the target’s neck as reliably as ever.
Send 8’s following words never left his lips as he fell backward, looking at the sky.
The entire “Brutalizer Apartment” fell into a deathly silence.
Whether it was Send 8’s bodyguards, Billder, Pers, Roslor, Galen, they were all in shock.
They looked at Jason holding the knife, mouths agape, voices dead in their throats, utterly inexpressible.
After four or five seconds, one of the bodyguards finally shouted shrilly.
"You’ve killed His Excellency Send 8!”
That cry woke everyone up.
The “Send Family” bodyguards, turning pale as if grieving, then became fierce, rushing madly towards Jason.
They knew they were dead.
If Send 8 suffered the slightest injury, they could not live, not to mention his direct death.
But they still had families.
To ensure their families could survive.
They had to kill Jason.
The bodyguards shouting loudly swarmed in.
But, to Jason, it didn’t matter.
These meticulously selected, well-trained bodyguards, to the current Jason, still resulted in one strike each.