At this moment, Lu Ang's lifeless body was still propped up by Xu Que, swaying in a rhythmic, almost eerie fashion, as it slowly drifted backward, its movements strange and unnatural.
"Lu Ang, what on earth are you doing?" Bell rose from his seat and approached.
Xu Que used Lu Ang's body as a shield, gradually closing the distance between himself and Bell.
"FXXK, are you playing..."
Before Bell could finish his sentence, he was startled by the figure of Xu Que, now standing directly before Lu Ang.
With a swift motion, Xu Que's sword cut through the air, striking Bell's throat and rendering him mute, his eyes wide with terror and helplessness, unable to comprehend the strange turn of events.
Xu Que made no attempt to explain. With a simple flick of his wrist, the black sword tore through Bell's neck with devastating precision.
The blood spurted, and both Bell and Lu Ang collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Having dealt with the sentries, Xu Que proceeded to eliminate the remaining guards stationed around the estate. Cloaked by the cover of night, he moved along the garden walls, silently and efficiently taking each life with lethal grace—one after another—his movements so swift and fluid that they seemed almost like a shadow. Each guard fell before they even realized what had happened.
In just two minutes, Xu Que had cleared the entire perimeter of the estate. He didn't even spare the two German Shepherds that had been barking incessantly during the day!
As Xu Que prepared to rid the estate's inner grounds of the remaining security forces, two guards, flashing their torches, approached from a distance.
"What's going on with Vanderly? He went to the bathroom but took so long!" one guard complained.
"Probably just getting old, can't handle it anymore," the other joked.
Little did they know, their premature exit from their patrol would seal their fate—within seconds, both guards were dead, their lives snuffed out by Xu Que.
Two minutes later, every single security personnel within the sprawling estate, both inside and out, had been eliminated.
Xu Que stretched his limbs, feeling as though he were casually strolling through his own garden. His movements were easy, steady, and graceful, his demeanor one of relaxed confidence.
Approaching the villa of Caro, he expanded his senses to encompass the entire structure. A subtle grin spread across his face as he leaped lightly, landing soundlessly on the balcony of Caro's bedroom.
Caro, wrapped in the arms of his third wife, slept soundly, unaware of the looming threat.
Xu Que gently pushed open the sliding door, casting a glance at the disheveled clothing and toys scattered across the floor, his inner thoughts murmuring in slight disdain.
"Well, well, seems like he's had quite a day… Seems the 'War God' was exhausted."
Standing by the bed, Xu Que twirled his sword in a smooth, fluid motion. In an instant, Caro and his wife were both gone, their deaths serene, with not a trace of pain.
Not leaving the villa immediately, Xu Que moved to the other rooms.
Having dealt with all occupants, he stepped outside, his gaze lingering on the neighboring vacant villa.
That villa belonged to Mand, who was currently overseeing operations in the M Country. As the chairman of the local branch, he rarely returned home.
"Ah, no matter what, I'll have to head to M Country... How troublesome," Xu Que muttered with a hint of weariness, turning to walk toward the villas of Sun Jeff and Peter.
Sun Jeff's villa, being inhabited by him alone, posed no concern to Xu Que. He could carry out his task without fear of drawing attention.
As Xu Que finished with Sun Jeff, his expression turned peculiar.
"Well, well, Peter sure knows how to have fun."
Through his senses, Xu Que realized that Peter's villa basement was hosting a rather... unconventional party.
"One, three, eight, fourteen people..."
A little taken aback, Xu Que shook his head. He had known that things could get wild abroad, but he had never encountered such an extravagantly debauched gathering.
Entering through the second-floor balcony, Xu Que descended to the first floor.
As he approached the basement door, laughter and sounds of revelry greeted his ears.
"Ah, Lawson, I'd like to swap for that one... the older maid," Tyco laughed.
"Seriously, I didn't think you liked women in their forties," Peter teased.
"You don't get it—only women like that know how to truly enjoy themselves," Tyco responded, laughing heartily.
Xu Que couldn't help but admire the soundproofing of the basement; it was as if he could walk undetected among them.
As the primal activities continued below, Xu Que descended, his steps slow and deliberate.
When he finally glimpsed the scene below, his inner thoughts were filled with disgust.
"These beasts don't even see women as human. These poor women can't withstand the ravaging of these B-level powers. If this continues, ten women won't be enough—hell, even twenty wouldn't."
Before long, the woman in front of Peter had fainted from the brutal assault.
"FXXK, what a buzzkill," Peter grumbled, about to grab another woman when he caught a glimpse of Xu Que standing outside the iron cage.
"Ah, Xu, is it? Heard about Polite's message, did you come to join the fun?" Peter asked with a sardonic grin.
Peter, seeing Xu Que, wasn't surprised; after all, rumors had spread about Xu Que's exploits with ten women that afternoon, thanks to Bell.
Xu Que grinned and casually pushed open the iron door, glancing at Tyco and Lawson, who were familiar faces from the council meetings. Both were core members of the Chaisfield family.
"Xu Que, I've got a special one for you, if you're interested," Tyco said, smirking lewdly.
Xu Que didn't reply. He calmly approached an Asian woman, inspecting her closely. Seeing that she had already passed away, he nodded, turning back toward Tyco.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot. You prefer Asian women, don't you? Just wait..." Peter's words faltered as Xu Que instantly appeared before him.
Lawson and Tyco were taken aback, unable to comprehend Xu Que's next move.
With a swift motion, Xu Que's sword sliced through Peter's throat, sending a spray of blood into the air.
Tyco and Lawson finally understood what Xu Que was doing.
"FXXK, Xu, what are you doing? I'm going to kill you!" Tyco shouted as he kicked a nearby woman, reaching for his weapon.
Before he could draw it, a flash of light cut through his throat, and blood poured from the wound.
Women, now aware of what was happening, screamed in terror.
Like reaping wheat, Xu Que moved from one woman to the next, sending them to their deaths.
Lawson, stunned, was left empty-handed, unable to comprehend why Xu Que was carrying out such a massacre.
"Xu, God doesn't allow you to harm his followers," Lawson protested.
With a swift motion, Xu Que dispatched the remaining women, then turned his attention to Lawson and his last companion.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe in God."
Lawson, in a panic, shoved the woman towards Xu Que and tried to flee.
With a flash of steel, Xu Que cleaved through Lawson's skull before he could make it more than a few steps.
The woman collapsed before Xu Que, desperate to beg for mercy. But before she could speak, her life was snuffed out with a single stroke.
Approaching the Asian woman who had already died, Xu Que severed her head with a swift movement.
As he left the villa, his gaze turned towards Polite and Lu Ang's villas. Though they were already dead, their wives were still on his hit list.
And so, this night would end with the annihilation of everyone in the Chaisfield estate.