Winner Takes All

That sudden scene.

Left everyone in doubts.

Wow...

Everyone was in shock and could not believe it.

At such moment, it was hard to care about Saxon's majesty, everyone blurted out in exclamation.

"Fuck! What happened? Why did Marshall kneel down in a sudden?"

"This is the backup of Saxon? He kneel down right away when he's here, he wants to try fair means before resorting to force?"

"Is something wrong with my eyes? It... happened so sudden..."

Facing the public's discussion in surprise.

Even the thirty over body guards of Saxon were stunned, they found it incredible.

Some people's expressions were changed at the spot.

Shirley felt dumb-founded.

Saxon at the side trembled and he felt like his head was exploding soon. His gloomy eyes were widened in rare, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Damn it!

What the hell was happening?

At this moment, Marshall was still kneeling on the ground with his upper body straightened.

If it was usual, someone laughing like this in public would definitely piss him off.

But now, he dared not to move.

The comments of the crowd surrounding him and those scorching eyes made him feel like he was burning with fire like a glow on his back. Quietly.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, which appeared like rain.

Marshall managed to endure the panic in his heart, but the Status Insignia in front of him seemed like a big invisible hand, destroying his last defence from the inside and making his body tremble uncontrollably.

Marshall at such exact moment, if it were not for Jack and Mr. Ward in front of him.

He would have the urge to get up immediately, turn around and get Saxon killed.

This...was really an unfortunate!

Fear was like weed, wrapping around Marshall's body.

His chest was moving violently, and he felt a sense of suffocation.

He had been supporting Saxon, he was already used to doing bad things at South Maine.

But who knew, he would be in such situation today?

No...did he just enter the gate of hell?

"Mr. Marshall, what...what happened to you?"

Behind him, Saxon wailed in horror.

Marshall shook his body, without turning his head, and yelled, "Shut up! I'm not your elder brother!"

A burst of roar.

Instantly turned the murderous atmosphere on the road to a grotesque and weird scene.

Saxon's backup kneeling down in front of outsiders just because of a Status Insignia, seemed absurd to everyone.

However, such thing was ongoing now.

From the beginning to the end, these outsiders were regarded as people who were going to die.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Their expressions did not differ too much, they were calmer than anyone else...

Mr. Ward stood still in front of Marshall.

He looked down at Marshall with burning anger.

He slowly opened his mouth, "You little rascal, you're clear about the rules from afar, how dare you acted as a bully at thousands of miles away, the dog you raised deliberately murdered the master of the house, so...how should you be punished?"

Boom!

The tone was calm but the words were cold and harsh.

Marshall could no longer hold it, his body trembled to the maximum, as if convulsed.

There was mist in his eyes.

As the South Maine director of the Hughes family office.

He clearly knew what the "the master of the family" mean.

Not to mention about the master of the family, even the old man holding the Status Insignia was definitely not comparable to his position as the mere office manager.

As long as the old man in front of him wanted it, he could easily mobilize all the strength from the Hughes family office.

In an instant.

Marshall was like being rushed to the hell, he was in extreme fear.

He felt like he was going to collapse.

Bang!

Marshall gritted his teeth fiercely, and slammed his head directly on the ground.

The impact was strong.

The moment his head reached the ground, Jack and Mr. Ward could clearly see blood spattered on the ground, that hard slam obviously got his own head hurt. Amber was frightened and her body trembled.

Following closely.

Marshall pleaded, "I know I was wrong, I beg for master to punish me."

His words were firm and powerful.

He did not give any explanation at all.

Because he knew that there was no chance for him to explain about this at all.

He wanted to solve the problem of his man, Saxon with speed, so he used such mighty gesture in order to cover up.

He did not expect it was the young master whom he ran into.

This was a deadly crime!

It all depended on his position as the head of the Hughes family office given by the Hughes Family, that allowed him to use just a single hand to act and bully in South Maine.

He could have a chance to stay alive if he begged for mercy and confessed his mistake.

The sound of him begging for mercy.

Left everyone stunned.

The crowd was dumfounded, their jaws wide opened, as if eggs could be stuffed into their mouths.

As for Shirley and Saxon, their faces were already as pale as paper and filled with fear.

All the reliance, all the self-confidence and arrogance.

As Marshall knelt and begged for mercy, they collapsed in a blink of eye.

As the protagonist of the whole incident, perhaps only Austin who was still unconscious could maintain a strange calm.

Fear caused Shirley and Saxon to fall into suffocation.

Shirley quietly moved Austin's head to the ground.

At this time, she felt as if her soul was separated from her body.

She planned to use the hand of the Turner family to take revenge on the powerful outsider, Jack.

But she never expected that her biggest support, the Turner family had to kneel down in front of Jack and the others.

The revenge failed, followed with Jack's monstrous anger.

And Saxon was unable to hide his fear, his tears streaming down regardless of his identity, he looked as if he grew a lot older in an instant, giving people a sense of lifeless and depression. "As a dog of the Hughes family, how dare you bite back your owner?"

Mr. Ward's voice was very calm, as if he was the master reprimanding the begging dog beside, "Now, go and get rid of your dog, then come here and receive your own punishment."

The voice was very soft, but to Marshall, it was like a holy voice from the sky, and it was irreversible.

Marshall slowly raised his head, blood gurgling from his head, flowing across his face, looking hideous and terrifying.

He slowly got up, turned around with his face covered in blood, he looked like a demon walking out from hell at that exact moment.

Step by step, firm and without hesitation.

On the deadly road.

Everyone looked at Marshall with horror.

As Marshall stepped forward.

The tearful Saxon was completely panicked, he directly knelt on his knees and begged Marshall, "Please Mr. Marshall, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, please forgive me, please let me go..." "You got me in shit."

Marshall raised the corner of his mouth like a ghost, and laughed desperately.

Jack looked at the scene in peace.

Looking at the teary Saxon who was wagging his tail like a dog and begging for life, he said calmly.

"You can cover the sky with one single hand, then I'd be the sword of the sky, "Tonight...there is no more Turner family in South Maine."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐