Did Don also experience the pain that Mary felt back then?
Is it fun to play with unarmed people?
"Don, it's time to pay your debt."
James didn't pay attention to Don's shocked expression, and lifted Chris's head.
The blade drew a bloodline on Chris's neck, and blood gushed out instantly, taking away Chris's life.
"No!!!"
Hill Don roared in anger, his eyes staring at James with unwillingness.
But James just wiped the blood off the dagger, with a hint of relief in his eyes, "Mary, I have avenged you."
Then he whispered, "I'm sorry."
Six years, Mary waited for him for six years, but what she got was such a tragic ending.
James clenched his fist again, and the killing intent in his eyes was still overwhelming as he looked at Hill Don.
"A father's fault lies in not teaching his son, and you also have to pay for Mary's debt."
Watching James raise his dagger again, Don went mad, "Why?!"
"You promised me that you would spare him as long as I kneel down and kowtow to you.
He is still young, he..."
"Did you spare my wife?" James's voice was extremely cold, as if it came from the underworld.
Did these people ever think of sparing her when Mary begged for mercy?
The dagger stabbed out, sixteen times in a row, each time leaving a hole and two cuts.
Again and again, until Don's body completely softened.
James threw the knife on the ground, looked up at the sky, and took his gaze back after a long time.
His gaze swept over every patriarch of the families, and anyone who met his eyes instinctively flinched and even lowered their heads, trembling with fear. The anger of a king was not something they could bear.
"Kill the leaders," James ordered.
Several patriarchs lifted their heads in disbelief. Just because they came to support, James was going to kill them! But before they could explain, a bloodstain appeared on their necks.
In just a moment, several lives came to an end.
James coldly watched everything, taking the white handkerchief handed to him by Freya to wipe the blood off his hands.
"It's over in Michigan, everyone can leave now," he said.
After speaking, James turned around and walked heavily towards Lisa and the others. At this moment, he seemed to have aged several decades, and even his hair had turned white.
Freya looked at James's lonely back, feeling extremely heartbroken. She thought of a phrase, "the heart of mourning is greater than death."
James looked at the frightened Lisa and forced out a smile. "Sorry for scaring you."
He then turned his gaze to Uncle Smith Chad and Auntie Alice. "Uncle, Aunt, I'm sorry for coming back late. Do you know where the two children, Luke and Nita, are? I have already lost Mary, I can't lose them too."
James clenched his fists, his eyes filled with a hint of hope. At least, he still had time to take care of Luke and Nita, left behind by Mary.
Uncle and Aunt avoided eye contact when faced with the question. "We don't know where they went," Auntie Alice took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, James. Your uncle and I were being selfish. We were afraid of provoking the Hill family, so..."
Auntie Alice sighed and didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.
"It's okay...it's okay," James shook his head and forced a smile, "We've been strong since childhood, they won't be in any danger."
"Aunt, how long have Luke and Nita been wandering outside?"
"One...week."
James's heart sank. Even for adults, it's dangerous to wander outside without money for a week, let alone two children.
Although the world is not as chaotic as before, they are still just children!
"Freya!"
"Yes!" Freya quickly walked to James's side.
"Use all your connections, contact all the organizations in the city, mobilize everyone, and find Luke and Nita as quickly as possible. They are still young and must still be in the city, they won't have gone far."
"Yes!"
Freya immediately picked up her phone and started making calls.
James watched as the crowd slowly dispersed and turned back to Aunt Alice.
"Aunt, where is Mary buried?"
"I know," Lisa walked up to James and looked at his half-white hair, feeling uneasy.
"That place is hard to find, let me take you there."
"Okay, thank you."
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West Mountain Cemetery, at the foot of the mountain
Two children knelt in front of a tombstone. The little girl looked at her brother in confusion as he placed the flowers he had picked from the roadside in front of the tombstone. Her big eyes were full of questions.
"Brother, didn't you say you were taking me to see Mom? Why are we here?"
"Where's Mom?"
"Mom..." Logan Luke pointed to the tombstone, but the words he was about to say were swallowed back.
His sister was still young and didn't understand what death meant. When their mother was buried, it was their aunt who brought them here secretly after everyone else had left, so Nita had never seen their mother's body.
"Brother, last time Auntie said Mom was sleeping in there, is she always in there and never comes out?"
"Um." Luke nodded seriously, looking at Nita's loose braids, he began to braid two new ones for her.
He wiped the photo on the tombstone with his hand. "Mom is sleeping, so she won't move. She'll always be here waiting for me and Nita. Next time Nita misses Mom, I'll bring her here to see her, okay?"
"But is Mom a pig? Can she sleep all the time and not wake up to see Nita?" Nita pouted, feeling unhappy.
She looked at the pile of dirt and suddenly squatted down happily, her little hands digging into the soil.
She turned around and smiled at Luke.
"Brother, I have an idea. Let's dig up the dirt and wake Mom up, then we can see her!"
Nita held the soil in her hands, as if she had come up with a solution and was happy about it.
As Nita watched this scene, he felt a surge of emotion and his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins.
He tried his best to hold back his tears, as he didn't want to worry his sister.
He turned his back, wiped his eyes with his already dirty clothes, and then patted off the dust as he stood up.
"Nita, let's go. We'll call Mom to wake up next time we come to see her."
Luke had snuck in with Nita, so he couldn't stay any longer.
"But...I want to see Mom before we leave," Nita pouted, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Waaah, Nita misses Mommy!"