Skip to content
Novel Catalog
Chapter_280
The door to the private room swung open, and Nash led Finn and Xeno inside. The moment they entered, all eyes turned toward them, a wave of surprise sweeping over the guests, particularly Felicity. She had not expected Nash to show up, and she couldn’t help but wonder—why was he here?
But then Helena’s eyes locked on Nash, and it was as if a lifeline had been thrown to her. “Nash! Nash, save me!” she cried out in desperation. She knew that Kai was no longer capable of helping her. He was too far gone, trapped by his own choices. The young ladies and young masters of the prominent families had no intention of intervening, leaving only Nash with the power to save both her and Kai.
As Nash entered the room, the smiles on the faces of the four young masters of the Green Bamboo Association vanished. The bodyguards who had been beating Kai into submission halted, their expressions growing tense.
With a confident grin, Nash surveyed the room. “Go on. Don’t stop,” he said casually, as if he were a spectator at a play. Then, he dragged a chair over and squeezed himself between Olivia and Sydney, as if settling in to watch a show.
He grabbed a glass from the table and took a sip from it without a care in the world.
“That’s my glass…” Sydney muttered, her fists clenching in irritation, but Nash seemed unfazed. He took a quick glance at the lipstick mark on the glass and quickly apologized, “Sorry,” before handing it back to Sydney.
Felicity, who had been silently observing, took a sip from her own untouched glass, leaving her own lipstick mark on the rim before pushing it toward Nash. “Drink mine. I don’t mind!” she offered with a pointed look.
Nash turned to her and replied with a smirk, “But I do.”
Felicity’s eyes widened. She was taken aback. Was this really the same man who had once stood by her side? Was he so casual, so uninterested in any semblance of decency? Sydney, still feeling a slight sense of discomfort, moved her chair to sit closer to Olivia.
The moment passed in awkward silence, until Winnie—still carrying Helena—stepped forward, not bothering to hide the smug look on his face. This was the moment that had been orchestrated by the Green Bamboo Association. They had gathered to send a clear message to Nash. But Nash wasn’t the type to be intimidated.
“Release that woman, out of regard for me,” he said calmly, his voice carrying an air of authority. It was clear that he wasn’t about to allow this farce to continue, especially with Helena being Herman’s granddaughter and his wife’s cousin.
Winnie sneered, clearly not taking Nash seriously. “For you? Why should I do that?”
With a flick of his hand, Nash turned to Finn, his tone sharp. “Finn. Go and cut him down.”
Before anyone could react, Finn had already drawn his dagger. With swift and lethal precision, he propelled himself forward, moving so fast that the six bodyguards—each a Stage Three Grandmaster-level martial artist—didn’t even have time to react. He grabbed Winnie by the back of the neck and slammed him against the wall with a sickening thud.
Helena, freed from Winnie’s grasp, immediately scrambled to the side, her face pale with fear and shock.
Winnie was left stunned, his head bleeding, dizziness clouding his vision. He had no time to gather himself before Finn grabbed his left hand, forcing it against the wall. In one swift motion, Finn drew his dagger and severed all five of Winnie’s fingers.
The sound of the blade cutting through flesh echoed through the room, and Winnie let out a piercing scream of agony. The pain was so intense that it drained the color from his face. He slumped against the wall, his body trembling from the excruciating torment.
“Ah!” Winnie gasped, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts as the pain overwhelmed him. He was as pale as a ghost, his entire body covered in cold sweat.
The other young masters—Hugh, Xavier, and Taka—stared, their eyes wide in disbelief. Taka‘s mind raced as he recalled how Nash had destroyed his eye in front of his grandfather. The memory made him swallow hard. If Nash could do this to Winnie, he certainly wouldn’t hesitate to end his life, too.
Winnie gritted his teeth through the pain and attempted to steady himself, but the words that followed only served to fuel the fire. “You dare lay your hands on me? I’ll have that old man killed! You—” His voice cracked with the pain, but his threats were as ruthless as ever. “I’ll have someone chop them up and feed them to the dogs!!”
Despite the agony, Winnie continued to speak, his threats venomous, though they were clearly born from desperation. The blood from his severed fingers dripped to the floor, marking the room with his suffering.
Finn didn’t flinch. With a calm smile, he addressed Winnie in a low voice. “Do you know who I am?”
At first, Winnie was confused. He had never seen Finn before, only heard of him through phone conversations. But as soon as Finn spoke, he realized who he was. The man standing before him was no stranger—he was the relative of the man whose finger he had chopped off that very morning.
The realization hit Winnie like a ton of bricks.
His voice trembled, but his fury still blazed through. “Y-You dare lay your hands on me?!” His face twisted in rage, but the fear in his eyes was unmistakable.
It was clear that the tables had turned. The Green Bamboo Association’s powerful display of force had met its match in Finn and Nash, and now the Green Bamboo Association‘s younger generation would have to reckon with the consequences of their own recklessness.
Would Winnie and his allies come to regret their actions? Would Nash and Finn finish what they started, or would they let the past remain buried in this violent moment?
As the tension in the room reached its peak, it was clear that the night’s events were far from over.