Chapter 758

Anson jolted in fear as he cried out, "D-Don't kill me! I'm with the Fuller family. You can't do this—" The Nightwrath sword was drawn from its sheath. With a swish, the sword flashed as blood splattered onto the ground. The blade of the Nightwrath sword sank into Anson's skull but got jammed halfway and wouldn't budge any further. Matthew knitted his brows together. It appeared that the Nightwrath sword wasn't as sharp as he thought. So, he yanked the sword hard, pulling it out of Anson's head. Then, he glanced up at the tenth floor. Watching the scene unfold outside the window, Lyndon felt his legs trembling as he peed his pants. He gave up on jumping down the building as he tossed the curtains aside. He just sat there on the ground, in a daze. After a moment, he snapped out of it and slapped himself twice. A wave of regret washed over him. He wished he hadn't fought for the position to lead the Fuller family. He wouldn't be meeting his end here if that were the case. Recalling