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Chapter_237
In the stillness of the room, Justin’s eyes held a deadly coldness, his focus as sharp as ever. In his world, fear had no place—only corpses. He had faced countless threats and survived without ever faltering. The teacup set down with deliberate care, he reached for the napkin on the table, wiping his mask with methodical precision. Then, with a chilling look, he turned to face Kai.
“Don’t challenge my temper with your ignorance,” Justin’s voice was a low growl, a warning that radiated with the promise of danger.
In a single, fluid motion, he drew the diamond-shaped dagger from his boot, spinning it with casual ease in his palm. The movement was a reminder of his deadly skill, the calm precision that made him the feared Smiling Grim Reaper.
Walter’s instincts kicked in immediately, his gaze hardening. He shot a stern look at Kai. “Enough! How could you ask the Smiling Grim Reaper about his matters?” His voice rang with authority, as if to remind Kai of the true nature of the man standing before them.
It wasn’t just fear of the unknown; Walter had a very clear understanding of the gravity of the Smiling Grim Reaper’s presence. He had his suspicions about why the Reaper had come—something must have happened to the Zabels, something dire enough to summon this living legend. The night was bound to end in bloodshed, and Walter had no intention of becoming a casualty.
Queenie, visibly startled by Justin’s actions, felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Her pale face betrayed her anxiety, but she quickly recovered, narrowing her eyes at Kai with reproach. “Why aren’t you apologizing to him?”
Kai, realizing the depth of the mistake he had made, stood up hastily, his earlier confidence draining away. “My apologies. I overspoke.” His voice was stiff, his earlier bravado completely gone, replaced by a palpable sense of caution.
Justin, with a steady motion, stood and turned to leave. “I’ll have to trouble your family to take me to the Zabels’,” he said coolly, his tone leaving no room for refusal.
Kai, his suspicion growing stronger, was grateful for the reprieve. The Smiling Grim Reaper’s visit felt more like a ticking time bomb than a mere coincidence. As he watched Justin prepare to leave, he understood the weight of the moment—the Reaper was now on his way to the Zabels’ residence, and everything he had feared might be coming to fruition.
Walter, now fully aware of the gravity of the situation, nodded, his voice shaking. “Y-Yes. I’ll send you there myself.”
His fear was evident. Walter had seen the deadly power the Smiling Grim Reaper wielded and knew better than to question his identity or his intentions. His hesitation was gone, replaced by an urgent need to accommodate Justin.
As they left, Queenie shot another glare at her brother. “It’s all your fault for making him mad. I didn’t even get the chance to ask him for his number.”
Kai, irritated but now clearly anxious about the situation, retreated to his room. Once there, he turned to Simon, his expression darkening. “The Smiling Grim Reaper is onto us. He’s on his way to the Zabels’ residence.”
Simon, always the pragmatist, furrowed his brows in concern. “I’ll inform them.”
Meanwhile, outside the Zabels’ residence, the scene was set for an impending conflict. Behind the rockery in the garden, three notorious juggernauts from the Green Bamboo Association—Hidden-Ghost Juggernaut, Grim-Faced Juggernaut, and Buddha Juggernaut—hid in the shadows, flanked by a dozen other grandmaster-level experts. They had already captured a student from the Hero Martial Arts School.
“Where’s Nash?” Buddha Juggernaut, an 80-year-old monk, demanded, his foot firmly pressing into the chest of the trembling student beneath him.
“M-Mr. Calcraft has gone to the Chateau Hotel!” the student stammered, fear evident in his voice.
Buddha Juggernaut applied more pressure, and the student’s body gave a sickening crunch as blood spilled from his mouth. “Who else is in the villa?” the monk asked, his tone cold.
The student, desperate to survive, answered, “O-Our senior’s friends, Hera and Bianca. T-There’s also Miracle Doctor Tanner. The rest are members of the Zabel family, their relatives, and students from the Hero Martial Arts School!”
A cruel smile spread across Buddha Juggernaut’s face as he relaxed his foot, the student’s body crumpling. “Perfect,” he said with dark satisfaction. “The destruction will be complete once Nash is out of the picture.”
At that moment, the Grim-Faced Juggernaut’s phone rang. It was Simon.
When she heard the news that the Smiling Grim Reaper was heading to the Zabels’ residence, her expression turned grim. She had heard the tales of his lethal reputation, and now, her worst fears seemed to be materializing.
“The Smiling Grim Reaper?” Buddha Juggernaut repeated, his voice low and thoughtful. He knew of the man’s reputation—there were whispers in the martial arts world that it was better to face a devil than to provoke the Reaper himself.
The Grim-Faced Juggernaut nodded, her brow furrowing. “Simon just called. He said the Smiling Grim Reaper is coming here.”
A Rolls-Royce rolled to a stop outside the Zabels’ villa, the sleek car blending into the shadows of the night.
Justin stepped out, his eyes scanning the darkness. He didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge the lurking figures in the shadows. His presence was a force all on its own, a calm before the storm.
The Buddha Juggernaut tensed, his instincts on high alert. “Did he notice us?”
The Grim-Faced Juggernaut shook her head, her eyes sharp. “If he did, he would’ve come for us directly.”
The Buddha Juggernaut muttered, “We’d better wait for him to leave before we do anything.” They knew the legend of the Smiling Grim Reaper well enough to understand that provoking him could be fatal.
In the distance, the night seemed to hold its breath as the Smiling Grim Reaper prepared to enter the Zabels’ residence. The calm before the storm had arrived.