The Invincible Mercenary King (Haylan Jaber)

“Ms. Labenz, do you have a close relationship with Haylan?” Xander inquired with curiosity.

“He’s the chief of our security team at the company, and he’s come to my rescue in the past,” Reign nodded.

“Is he your man?” Sybil raised her head with curiosity.

“Ms. Labenz, are you… Are you in a relationship with Haylan?” Xander’s eyes widened in astonishment.

This was Reign!

Reign blushed and chose not to answer that question. Instead, she shifted the conversation, saying. “This is not the moment to dwell on that. Our priority should be finding a way to get out of here.”

As she spoke, frustration welled inside her, and she couldn’t help but wonder, “With everything that has happened, could Haylan still be out there, having a date with Christine?”

“We’re trapped for the moment. Let’s keep a watchful eye and assess the situation before taking any action,” Xander said composedly.

Reign’s brow furrowed slightly as she cast a glance in that direction.

Inside the casino, a gathering of over thirty billionaires was taking place.

Josef, Sharvin, and the others were held captive in the center, heavily guarded, and separated from the rest of the wealthy elite. The division between them was stark and unmistakable

At this moment, the casino was swarmed with over two hundred heavily armed mercenaries, their ranks tightly packed and their aura of menace permeating the air.

Facing this formidable assembly, even the most seasoned billionaires quivered in fear.

A contingent of mercenaries heavily guarded each of the four entrances.

In that instant, the four general-class experts strode in, emanating a chilling and formidable aura that brought everyone to their knees, quivering in terror.

“Kill them!”

In the blink of an eye, a middle-aged man emerged from the crowd near the eastern entrance, swiftly charging toward the door like a speeding arrow.

His strength was extraordinary, and with a single strike, his battle spirit surged. His sword beams cut through the air, reducing the mercenaries guarding the entrance into mere fragments.

“How dare you!”

The sword-wielding General at the East gate was filled with fury as he witnessed the scene. Without hesitation, he dashed forward

The middle-aged man was prepared for such a situation and swiftly drew his two handguns. Aiming at the sword-wielding General, he squeezed the triggers, unleashing a rapid barrage of ten shots that forced the General to retreat.

“No one can ever hold Cole Maverick, not even a sliver of a chance!”

With everything done, the middle-aged man erupted into hearty laughter before charging outside and dashing toward the vast expanse of the sea.

“Cole?”

“Is it true that General Cole of Flensburg is present?”

“He’s a General who grew up along the shores, mastering the art of swimming. Once he ventures into the open sea, he becomes one with the water, effortlessly navigating its vast expanse like a true aquatic predator”

As the middle-aged man broke free and fled, many envious, jealous, and resentful looks swept across the crowded casino.

These merciless mercenaries, with hearts as cold as ice, ruthlessly eliminated every single guard of the Zabel family upon seizing the casino. The floor ran red with blood as lifeless bodies lay scattered in a grim tableau of death.

Trapped in the hands of these ruthless mercenaries, their fate would be a living nightmare, far worse than death itself.

With Cole’s triumphant escape, he would be like a fish leaping in the vast ocean and a bird soaring freely in the boundless sky.

Chuckling!

As the crowd admired Cole, a sudden and astonishing event unfolded. The waters split in two, revealing Petes rising from the depths like a sea god, wielding a trident. With a swift and merciless motion, he pierced Cole’s chest, the sound of impact. echoing through the air, leaving a gaping hole.

Without hesitation, Fletcher swooped down like an eagle in flight. With a swift and precise motion, he swung his blade, severing Cole’s head from his shoulders in a decisive strike.

It was a quick and decisive kill!

Fletcher’s gaze turned icy as he callously delivered a forceful kick, sending Cole’s lifeless body tumbling into the depths of the sea. “Can’t hold you down, huh? Haha! Just a worthless piece of trash!”

“Oh my…

As they witnessed this scene, a wave of whiteness washed over the faces of Josef, Sharvin, and the others in the casino.

Xander’s eyes, too, held a profound intensity.

The four sword-wielding Generals strode in, only to be taken aback by the presence of skilled experts, hidden both outside the doorway and beneath the sea’s surface!

In other words, it became clear that there was no safety to be found, even within the depths of the sea, unless one managed to escape from great heights.

And aboard this vessel, there was no provision for a helicopter getaway!

In impler terms, this was a no-win scenario with a complete dead end!

After this realization, a noticeable shift came over the faces of numerous individuals in the casino.

The Zabel family’s guards lay dead, leaving even billionaires with bodyguards of general-class experts utterly outmatched.

The preceding circumstances were unquestionably a plight of utmost despair!

No matter how fervently they cried out to the heavens above or how desperately they implored the earth beneath, their pleas fell on deaf ears and went unanswered.

Amidst the bustling crowd, the countenances of Sharvin and Eden underwent a startling transformation.

Sharvin’s countenance shifted as he saw Eden slipping a hand into his pocket. Acting swiftly, Sharvin grasped Eden’s hand and whispered hushedly. “Refrain from any hasty actions.”

“I possess a method to vanquish three sword-wielding Generals and make our escape,” Eden murmured in a hushed tone.

“But that won’t cut it. No matter how skilled we are in martial arts, we’d be defenseless against firearms, RPGs, or even armed helicopters. How can we escape while stranded in the vast expanse of the open sea?” Sharvin’s voice dropped as he voiced his concerns.

Eden’s brow furrowed in a slight frown, yet he hesitantly revealed his hand. His eyes, however, remained keenly alert, their sharpness piercing the surroundings.

“My heartfelt gratitude to all of you for your tireless efforts.”

At that moment, Mr. Payne, clad in a finely tailored suit, walked in through the main entrance. His hair was flawlessly combed, and a warm smile graced his face. There was an air of approachability and simplicity about him, reminiscent of a friendly elder enjoying the shade beneath a tree at the crossroads of a rural town.

“Greetings, Mr. Payne!”

The four sword-wielding Generals, along with Fletcher, and a gathering of over two hundred mercenaries, all dropped to one knee in unison. A resounding chorus of voices accompanied their display of profound deference.