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Chapter_242
The flames behind them crackled like a roaring beast, heat licking at their backs. Trapped between an inferno and the specter of death, the Giant Juggernaut and the Unibrow Juggernaut found themselves with nowhere left to run.
Had this been years ago, in their prime, they might have faced Nash with their heads held high and fists raised. But ever since the day they helped wipe out the Young Family, life had treated them far too kindly—good food, riches, sprawling estates, loving families. The hunger to fight had long since dulled. In its place bloomed a new fear: the fear of dying.
Thump… Thump…
The two men dropped to their knees together, their bulky forms trembling like frightened children.
Nash approached with the weight of death trailing behind him. His footsteps were quiet, but the pressure he exuded was suffocating. All three survivors—Howard, Giant, and Unibrow—shrank beneath his gaze, fear etched deep into their faces.
Howard’s voice cracked under the pressure. He blurted out names like a man drowning in panic.
“And Sheldon… Sheldon was there too! He went with us to the Young Family Village! And Walter—he helped us! He lent us a lot of men!”
Nash’s brows twitched. Three families? But Theo had only mentioned two.
He fixed Howard with a cold glare. “Walter only lent you people?”
Howard nodded desperately. “Y-Yes… Walter’s wife’s younger sister had married into the Young Family. Back then, he was madly in love with her. If he had known we were targeting her family, he’d have never agreed to lend us help…”
Howard’s words tumbled out in a frantic stream. He would say anything to survive.
Nash pressed on. “In Jonford… were you and Sheldon the only ones involved?”
Howard nodded again, voice barely audible. “Yes. Just the two of us…”
Without another word, Nash raised his leg and slammed it into Howard’s chest with brutal force.
Crack!
Howard’s ribcage shattered like porcelain. His body flew backward into the fire, engulfed in flames before it even hit the ground.
The Giant Juggernaut and Unibrow Juggernaut went pale. Their bodies convulsed in terror. Blood stained their faces, and their legs shook so violently they nearly collapsed again.
“Please… don’t kill me…” the Giant Juggernaut begged, his voice shaking like leaves in the wind. “I’ll tell you everything… I’ll give you all my money…”
Nash’s voice came sharp and low. “How many people died… in the Young Family Village that year?”
The Giant Juggernaut froze. He dared not answer. His lips quivered, but no sound came out.
Nash turned to the Unibrow Juggernaut. The man looked as though he might faint at any moment.
“Three… three-hundred-and-ninety-eight…” he muttered.
“Three hundred and ninety-eight…”
Nash repeated the number, again and again, each syllable thick with rage.
“Three hundred and ninety-eight.”
Images filled his mind: elders walking slowly with canes, children playing barefoot in the dirt, mothers cooking simple meals by firelight. A peaceful rural life—ripped apart by monsters.
And these were the monsters.
His voice trembled with emotion. “You… deserve to die…”
With a furious roar, Nash struck. His palm crashed down on the Unibrow Juggernaut’s head with unrelenting force.
Crack!
The skull split open like overripe fruit, the brain splattering across the ground. The body slumped sideways, lifeless.
Blood splashed onto the Giant Juggernaut’s face, hot and thick. He gagged, his vision dimming as his soul begged to flee the scene.
Nash took a breath, forcing down the bile of hatred that boiled within him. He turned to the last survivor.
“I’ll give you a choice,” Nash said coldly. “List every family and force involved in the Massacre of the Young Family… and I’ll leave your family a body to bury.”
The Giant Juggernaut’s mouth opened, but no sound emerged. Fear had robbed him of speech. His eyes darted wildly, locked on Nash’s.
Nash’s patience snapped. With a scowl, he swung his hand and slapped the Juggernaut’s face so hard that a tooth flew out and blood sprayed from his mouth.
There were Ten Juggernauts in the Green Bamboo Association.
And Nash had just sent three of them to hell.
The others wouldn’t be far behind.