Chapter 73
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In just half an hour, none of the five thousand gang members were left standing.
The sixty Knights, drenched in blood, stood tall like avenging angels from mythology.
Watching their men fall one by one, the gang leaders felt a volcano of rage erupting within them. These were men they had meticulously trained over the years, but now they were all dead at their feet. It was a reality they found hard to accept.
They exchanged glances and then made their decision, shouting, "Kill them!"
Galahad waved his hand. "Stand back. I'll handle these guys."
Quickly, Galahad engaged the gang leaders in fierce combat. These eighteen leaders had clawed their way up from the bottom through sheer brutality. In hand-to-hand combat, they feared nothing.
With a resounding thud, Galahad sent one leader flying with a single punch. He laughed maniacally, "Come on! All of you at once! One isn't enough to warm up!"
Seeing this, the remaining leaders looked at each other, their eyes blazing with fury.
The fight grew more intense, Galahad's laughter echoing as his fists clashed against his foes.
Every punch Galahad threw knocked another gang leader to the ground.
Vincent shook his head. Galahad was a battle-hungry soldier at heart; even though he was a five-star general, he had chosen to serve Vincent because Vincent had promised him endless battles as part of the Round Table.
This was why Vincent had brought Galahad with him on his return to M City. To deal with gangsters, you needed someone like Galahad. To fight demons, you needed an even fiercer demon.
Seeing the gang leaders fall one by one, Osborn grew increasingly anxious.
Blade stepped forward, saying, "Mr. Frances, let me handle this."
Osborn glanced at Blade. "You don't need to fight; you're badly injured. Even if you went up there, you wouldn't stand a chance."
Blade fell silent, remembering how Galahad had sent him flying with a single punch earlier. He knew going up now would be suicide. He asked, "What should we do then?"
"Our opponent is terrifyingly strong. We probably won't make it out alive today," Osborn sighed. He stared at Blade. "Blade, I have a task for you."
Blade's face turned serious. "Mr. Frances, what do you need me to do? I'll get it done!"
Osborn said, "You need to leave now. Go to Nacehope City and find my brother. Tell him to avenge me."
Blade protested, "I can't leave you now…"
Osborn roared, "Go! If you don't, none of us will make it out alive. Remember what I said—avenge me!"
Blade bowed his head and shouted, "Yes, Mr. Frances!" He knew staying here would only lead to death. Without any hesitation, he turned and left.
Seeing Blade leave, Osborn took a deep breath. He turned to Vincent and said, "If you wanna kill me, I'll make sure you pay for it."
Vincent didn't even bother to respond to Osborn. He saw Blade leave but didn't stop him, considering him bait to catch an even bigger fish.
With a final scream, the last gang leader fell to Galahad. Galahad stood in the midst of the c*****e, shouting, "Come on!"
Osborn stepped forward, yelling, "You think you're invincible? Let me show you what I can do."
After those words, he launched himself at Galahad like lightning.
Galahad laughed, "Great! The others were too weak. Don't disappoint me!"
They collided with thunderous force, each stepping back. Galahad looked at Osborn in surprise. "Have you trained in ancient martial arts?"
Osborn snorted, but he was way more surprised than Galahad.
He had used all his strength, yet Galahad seemed to have plenty left.
Who was this man? Why did M City have such a terrifyingly strong person?
Vincent finished his glass of wine and said impatiently, "Don't waste time. Finish this in ten minutes."
Galahad shook his head in disappointment. "I wanna have some fun with you, but it looks like that's impossible."
With a roar, Galahad charged at Osborn, looking like a wild beast baring its fangs.
Osborn, stunned, had no choice but to give his all in the fight. Their fists collided with a resounding crack; the next second, Osborn's face twisted in pain as his hand shattered under Galahad's blow.
'This strength is inhuman! If his subordinates are this strong, what kind of monster is Vincent?' Osborn couldn't imagine.
At that moment, Osborn was filled with despair and regret—he regretted opposing Vincent. Perhaps if he had chosen to kneel and apologize, he could have saved his life.
But now, it was too late. Osborn knew he was doomed. He fought with a beast-like ferocity, ignoring his bones cracking as he continued to strike back at Galahad.
Galahad's punches landed on Osborn's body with relentless force.
With an agonized scream, Osborn was sent flying. He crashed into the ground, creating a large crater.
Every bone in Osborn's body was broken. He no longer had the strength to fight back.
Galahad stood over him and said flatly, "You're not bad, but still too weak."
Osborn looked at Galahad, let out a couple of despairing laughs, and then went silent forever.
Vincent walked over, patted Galahad on the shoulder, and said, "Clean it up."
Galahad nodded respectfully. "Yes, my lord."
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