Chapter 39 After the gun was fired, a cruel smile adorned the faces of the man and woman. It was the usual grins they wore after taking a life. All six bullets hit their mark, and the sound of bullets piercing flesh reverberated around them. However, their expressions drastically changed in the next moment. It was because Wyatt wasn’t the one who got shot–it was Warner! No one saw how Wyatt managed to swiftly subdue Warner and placed him in front to act as a shield. There was no doubt that Warner was done for. After being shot six times, Warner only struggled for a few moments before he fell to the ground and died. In his final moments, his eyes remained open, never expecting that he would die at the hands of his own associates. At that moment, Weston had already started to break out in cold sweat. What kind of person was Wyatt exactly? A loud thud suddenly echoed throughout the room. There was no hesitation in Wyatt’s actions. While the people in the hall were still in shock, he struck again. Something bright suddenly flashed by and the shards of the broken plate instantly slashed the throats of that man and woman. After that, they fell to the ground with their eyes wide open as well. In the end, they didn’t even die in peace. Weston felt devastated, and both his legs suddenly went weak. In such a short time, five people from the Seven Deadly Blades died at the hands of Wyatt. Yet, he remained impassively cold and ruthless. Wyatt showed no mercy, not even when they had groveled for forgiveness. Once he started fighting, his movement was so fast that it left people breathless. After two minutes, the hall of the villa had turned into a living hell, with corpses lying all over the floor in gruesome poses. There was so much blood that the intense smell of it made people nauseous. In the end, only three people were left. They were Wyatt, Ann, and Weston. Weston’s gaze fell on Wyatt–the monster that had crushed all his hopes. Ann was also astonished. She knew that Wyatt was power, but she didn’t realize that it would be to this extent! Initially, she had braced herself for a life–threatening situation, but in the end, it was rather anti–climactic. Chapter 39 2/2 Ann was quite an extraordinary person as well. She quickly regained her composure and pulled out a walkie–talkie from her bag. “Moores‘ Elite Guards, eliminate the rebels at once!” The Moores‘ Elite Guards immediately charged into the villa and fought with the people lying in ambush in the yard. With their presence, the battle quickly became one–sided. “Now it’s your turn!” Ann pulled out a gun from her waist as she looked at Weston, and walked toward him one step at a time. At that moment, the hem of her dress trailed on the ground, dragging a long bloodstain along. With a gun gripped in her delicate hand, she emanated a kind of coldness and sexiness that was dangerously alluring. A loud thud suddenly echoed in the hall. Weston’s legs gave way and he sank to his knees, his face ashen and his body shaking uncontrollably. He raised his trembling head to look at Ann and pleaded in a quavering voice, “Ann, please spare my life. After all, I’m your uncle! “When you were young and had a weak stomach, your parents wouldn’t allow you to have snacks. Remember, I was the one who would sneakily take you out and carry you on my back to buy your favorite candied fruits. You would also kiss my forehead, saying that I’m the best person in the world.” Weston cried his eyes out. Ann’s hand that was holding the gun shook slightly, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Wyatt narrowed his eyes. Was Ann going to go easy on him? At that moment, he saw Weston reaching for the gun at his waist. A gunshot suddenly rang out in the hall. However, Weston was the one who fell to the ground. A bloody hole had appeared in the center of his forehead. Ann tightly gripped the gun as a wisp of smoke slowly emerged from the muzzle of the gun.