I am the King

Chapter 64

"Kill him!" There was no hesitation; hundreds of people charged towards Vincent.

No need for orders; thirty Knights dashed out.

Thirty Knights, like wolves among sheep, wreaked havoc. One by one, members of the Joseph family fell, and even the guards with guns were picked off by snipers hidden in the shadows.

Armand and Sid's faces turned extremely sour. They had thought that with hundreds of elite guards, they could take down Vincent. But now they realized these guards were utterly powerless.

How could ordinary men resist elite Knights of the Round Table? In less than ten minutes, hundreds of elite Joseph family guards lay in pools of blood, and the air was thick with the smell.

Vincent lit a cigarette, exhaling a smoke ring amidst the flickering lights. The smoke spread, making him look like a demon emerging from hell.

Seeing it, a fear of death enveloped Armand and Sid. Armand trembled all over and asked, "Vincent, what do you want ?"

Vincent played with his cigarette, smiling as he looked at them as if they were bugs, meaning nothing to him.

He spoke, "Your Joseph family has repeatedly come to trouble me. If I don't respond, wouldn't that make me appear weak?"

Armand took a deep breath. "Vincent, this is all a misunderstanding; we can discuss things peacefully. As long as you spare us, I'm willing to give you whatever you want, even billions of dollars!"

Vincent's displayed strength shocked Armand. Right now, Armand just wanted to save his own life. Even if it meant giving away a lot of money.

But Vincent burst into laughter upon hearing his words. "Haha!"

Armand frowned. "Don't you believe me? I can offer you a billion dollars if you spare us!" Vincent's face turned cold. He continued, "Let me make it clear—I came here today to wipe out your family. Once you're dead, your Joseph Group in Z City will also fall to me. Do you think I care about the money you're offering?"

Upon hearing this, Armand's pupils contracted sharply. He knew he was probably going to die.

Suddenly, Sid pulled out a pistol and shouted, "Vincent! I'm going to kill you! For my son's sake!"

Bang!

The gunshot rang out. Vincent sat calmly in his chair.

Sid widened his eyes. There was a bullet hole in his forehead, blood slowly trickling out. Then, Sid's body fell, his face frozen in a look of terror from before his death.

Galahad put away his firearm, disdainfully saying, "Those who offend my lord, die."

Seeing Sid killed, Armand let out a piercing scream and lunged forward. He picked up Sid's body and cried out, "Son, wake up!"

But no matter how Armand called out, Sid showed no response whatsoever.

In the span of a single day, losing both his grandson and son had driven Armand into madness. Armand lifted his head, eyes bloodshot, and roared at Vincent, "Vincent, you killed my son, killed my grandson, I will send you to hell!"

With these words, Armand picked up a katana from the ground and swung it towards Vincent.

Bang! Vincent swung a punch, sending Armand flying backwards, crashing heavily into the wall. A thud echoed as blood sprayed uncontrollably.

Armand leaned against the wall, his face filled with sorrow and anger. "Vincent..."

Yet before Armand could finish his words, he coughed up blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. Vincent's punch had shattered Armand's insides.

Armand knew he was gonna die. He stared at Vincent with eyes filled with death and asked, "Vincent, can you tell me who you really are?"

Armand was truly unwilling. The illustrious Joseph family had been destroyed by Vincent. At this point, he could no longer believe that Vincent was just an insignificant man.

Vincent glanced at Armand, his expression calm, and said, "I won't deceive the dead. I can tell you my identity..." No need for Vincent’s further words, the Knights of the Round Table shouted fanatically, "Long live the King!"

"You are the King Arthur?" Armand looked at Vincent, his expression incredulous. He finally knew Vincent's identity—it was indeed the mysterious King!

Unfortunately, he realized it all too late.

Regret flickered across Armand's face. He laughed bitterly and said, "So, I die by the hand of the King..." With these words, Armand's head nodded slightly, and he breathed his last.

Vincent glanced at Armand's corpse, expressionless. Having done wrong, he should accept punishment. Without saying a word, Vincent turned and left.

Galahad took out a contract from his pocket, walked over, grabbed Armand's blood-stained fingers, stamped it, then turned and left.

In Z City, at this moment, the new mansion of the Joseph family had become a hell. The ground was stained red with blood, bodies strewn everywhere.

Three hours later, two figures hurried over from a distance. The young lady, with exquisite features, was undoubtedly a beauty. The elder was clad in black robes.

The elder quickly inspected the bodies around and returned to the young woman's side, respectfully saying, "My lady, Armand and the others are dead. The entire family has been wiped out!"