Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 58: Young Master Sandoval’s Lapse

The killers all looked at Greta at one with their breathing sped up.

“What a beauty…It’s been too long to see such a perfect woman…” Someone muttered with a not so

fluent Chinese.

Eijiro was wearing an icy smile. Those beauties in Japan were far no match against Greta, just like

leaves that set off the flower. Greta was the gorgeous flower and they were only a bunch of uncultured

women without taste.

“Let’s go. You can do whatever you want when we take them back!” He stepped out of the suite and

saw Leila who had fainted at the entrance. His eyes fell on her dainty figure. She had a nice body too,

yet she had fainted away due to excessive blood loss when she was given a stab at the abdomen.

Eijiro shook his head. This type of woman was hard to mess.

The gang passed through the corridor. They walked out of the lift and decided to walk casually out of

the hotel from the main entrance. Silence prevailed across the hotel and every part of it was filled with

strong smell of blood except the suites that were being occupied. Corpses that belonged to those who

did not die in peace and broken limbs were scattered everywhere, depicting an utmost terrifying bloody

scene. It was all the work of those from the Chiba Dojo in Japan. To them, those East Asia sick men

deserved to die.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed at the main entrance of the hotel.

Eijiro stopped and his pupils shrank. It turned out he was not aware of the abrupt appearance of the

comer at all.

“Who’s that?” With a roar, he shot a barrage of darts out with force. The comer tossed a touch of flame

casually and it hit the dart down. As the flame dropped onto the ground, Eijiro was startled when he

lowered his head and gazed at the floor because it was actually a cigarette butt! The comer had hit the

sharp dart down effortlessly with a cigarette butt! How was that possible and how on earth did he do it?

“Who on earth are you?” Eijiro took one step forward and was surrounded by a powerful aura. The

horrifying aura to kill intended to engulf and suffocate Maxwell. Eijiro was the ace in the one sword style

of the imperial city and also the young heir of the Chiba Dojo. The number of those who died in his

hands was too many to count and he was the most terrifying headsman of all time!

“Put my wife down.” The comer spoke slowly with a level voice. “Wife?” Eijiro threw a glimpse at Greta

who was already drunk and unconscious, and let out a disdainful smile. “So she’s your wife?”

“Yes. Put her down, and disappear from my line of sight this instant,” Maxwell said calmly as if he was

saying something extremely normal.

“How reckless.” Eijiro’s expression turned icy and at the same time, a man in black stepped out from

his back and rushed towards Maxwell with a long blade at hand. Eijiro gazed at Maxwell once again.

He was the young heir of the Chiba Dojo and how could he accept the order of an East Asia sick man?

The killer flashed and showed up before Maxwell’s eyes. As he was going to raise his blade, Maxwell

suddenly gave a kick and slammed his foot straight onto the killer’s chest. With a loud bang, the killer

flew backwards like a broken kite and crashed onto the counter. The horrifyingly immense force had

made the counter cracked. Eijiro turned his head and his heart plummeted when he saw that. That

killer had widened his eyes and was obviously killed by a single kick. How exactly large should a force

be in order to accomplish that?

“Who on earth are you really?” Eijiro questioned once again with a gloomy expression. “I’m the son in

law of the Sandoval family and the husband of Greta Sandoval.” Maxwell took out a cigarette airily. “Kill

him---” Cold light glimmered on the long blade in Eijiro’s hand and the killers all rushed and surrounded

Maxwell at once. Their movement was as fast as lightning and a war was about to break out amidst the

stagnant air. Maxwell was at the centre of the typhoon which was composed of the frightening sharp

blades, yet his eyes were still calm without any fear and he was actually simmering with contempt.

It was then a killer showed up from thin air at Maxwell’s back with a long blade that was about to pierce

through him. The waving of the blade was silent and even the piercing sound through the air was so

soft almost resembling the sound of a breeze. Maxwell leaned his body to the side and landed his fist

on the comer’s face. The crispy breaking sound of the bone was heard and the comer’s nose bridge

was broken easily like breaking a tofu.

“Die!” Another bunch of killers dashed towards Maxwell almost during the same time he launched the

attack and the air was echoed with the killers’ frightening roar. Maxwell gave a hard push and one of

the killers blocked the darts flying towards Maxwell with his chest. Maxwell counterattacked by swirling

his leg and landed his knee hard on the killer’s lower abdomen. The killer’s organs were then instantly

shattered into pieces by the intense vibration. “How could he have such a frightening speed and

power? Is he a god?” One of the killers seemed greatly horrified. As swordsmen, they have attained the

summit in terms of speed and could not be defeated, yet all the attacks they launched at Maxwell were

repelled and had gone to no avail. Maxwell’s speed seemed to about to go against physics law and he

was absolutely an existence that could not be imagined!

At the blink of an eye, the killers around Eijiro were all defeated and all these events took no more than

half a minute. Eijiro was pulling a long face as the people he brought this time were all aces in the one

sword style of the imperial city, yet each of them could not withstand even one attack from Maxwell.

Who on earth is that man? There were even not many people of his kind at the overseas! A legend-like

man had actually existed in China, the inferior and filthy land!

“Who…who on earth are you?” Eijiro was greatly shocked when he saw his men all defeated and

wounded. “Even the establisher of one sword style, Shusaku Chiba did not dare to stand before me.”

Maxwell spoke blandly and coldly. Watching Eijiro trembled, Maxwell gave him an obscure look and

continued slowly. “Have you thought of the consequence when you lay your hands on my woman?” He

tossed a dagger towards Eijiro as he spoke.

Eijiro caught it and his expression froze. He could hardly feel his legs when he looked at the wakizashi

which was used to cut belly in disbelief. He had never seen it in real life before but he had seen it

through books for countless times. That was not just any ordinary wakizashi that was used to cut belly

as it was said that his ancestor, Shusaku Chiba had used the wakizashi to exchange for his life from an

unknown person. Legend said that whoever possessed the wakizashi could wipe out the Chiba family

and the family could not even resist! Only those from the family knew that it was actually because they

were absolutely no match against the one who carried the wakizashi. In order to live, Shusaku had

handed the wakizashi over back then and he promised that the descendants of the Chiba family would

live a peaceful life and would not start war.

“How…how could it be you?” There was only terror left in Eijiro’s eyes and his body had become stiff

and cold. “Your ancestor promised he would not start wars back then and the descendants of the Chiba

family would not take one step out of Japan…It looks like I’ve been too kind,” Maxwell said slowly. He

stared at Eijiro with an icy look, making him pulling a long face.

“No…that’s not possible…” Eijiro inevitably shook his head. He could not dare to believe that the one

from overseas had showed up in China, and was actually the son in law of the Sandoval family! “You

could never be the one…You’re an impostor!” he yelled deliriously. “Not willing to give up? Then I’ll

make you surrender now…” With a glacial stare, the thirst for blood was sensed from his eyes.

Eijiro started to become terrified. Maxwell’s look was as cruel and cold as an animal, and his desire to

kill was far more horrifying than his. How many bloody wars should one experience in order to have

that kind of look and who could have faked that powerful aura? He could only be the one! The last bit of

pride held by Eijiro finally shattered and he plunged to his knees onto the ground, his knees almost

broke to pieces. Maxwell stood there with superiority and he stared at Eijiro who was dejected with

contempt.

“I was blind…It’s all my own personal doings…I’ve crept out without my family’s notice…I only wanted

to have more power to speak in the family. I beg you; please don’t annihilate my family…” Eijiro

trembled. He was finally desperate. He knew he had caused a huge trouble that he had actually

offended the existence that could not be rebelled. Eijiro was filled with remorse. If he had known the

background and identity of that woman, he would not dare to accept the mission! He hated Sandoval’s

guts at this moment. He must have done that on purpose and was planning to harm him!

“Tell Sandoval, that soon enough, I’ll take his head off,” Maxwell gazed at Eijiro and said slowly. “After

all these, please kill yourself with the knife.” Maxwell’s voice grew softer and softer as he walked away.

Until Eijiro lifted his head, Maxwell was already nowhere to be seen.

…

Maxwell walked into the hotel and carried Greta who was half-drunk out. As he reached the side of the

road, a silver Rolls-Royce Phantom car showed up before him on time. The door of the car was opened

and a handsome face entered his line of sight. “I suppose I’m not late? Boss,” the handsome young

man asked while chewing his gum. “Leila is still inside. Go check her out,” Maxwell put Greta at the

backseat and said.

“Sure.” The young man got out of the car and hurried towards the hotel. He carried Leila back to the car

after a short while and took bandage and drugs from the emergency kit at the trunk to stop the blood.

After some emergency treatments, he said, “She was given a stab with only few centimeters away from

the heart and she almost lost her life. Luckily her body is strong and she’s able to survive. With such

excellent sword skills, they must be from the one sword style school in the imperial capital.” His

expression went slightly gloomy. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Maxwell nodded and replied, “Send me back first.” The man was startled. “Aren’t you going to the

hospital?”

“There are too many people in the hospital. It’s not safe.” Maxwell spoke obscurely. He was afraid that

Sandoval would play his tricks again and threatened his and Greta’s life. “Do those from the one sword

style school not want to live anymore? If they dare lay a finger on my sister in law, we’ll launch a missile

and destroy their tiny little country!” The man gritted his teeth and was looking furious. “Sandoval, I’ll

deal with him nicely.” Maxwell spoke with thoughts.

…

Along the road not far away from the hotel, a black BMW car had just set off and was on its way back

to the hotel. All of a sudden, Sandoval’s phone rang. He lowered his head and took his phone out. A

smile broke upon his lips as it was Eijiro who made the call. It seemed like their mission had

succeeded. “Mr. Chiba, have you brought me the head I wanted?” He picked up the call and asked with

smiles on his face.

“Head? Because of you, our Chiba Dojo was nearly doomed!” Eijiro’s ferocious and enraged bawl was

heard at the other end of the phone. “D…Doomed?” Sandoval was startled. He did not understand

what he meant at all. “Sandoval, someone asked me to deliver you a message. He said he’ll take your

head off soon enough,” Eijiro said with a cold voice and Sandoval’s expression froze at once. “Who’s

that?” He rumbled.

“The son in law of the Sandoval family.”

Sandoval hung up the call instantly and he squeezed the phone with a gloomy and frightening look. It

was a mockery, defiance and reckless counterattack towards him! He who had used to make flawless

plans and call the shots felt his face burning with shame and embarrassment at that moment.