I am the King

Chapter 54

Kennedy sneered. "Stanley, this is a family matter. What right do you, an outsider, have to interfere?"

Stanley stood his ground. "Mr. Joseph is a resident of the villa community. As the head of property management, it’s my duty to protect every resident."

Kennedy's face darkened. "So, you’re really going to stand against me?"

Since Vincent had promised him there was no need to worry to work for the King, Stanley responded disdainfully, "That's right. I suggest you leave now, or I won’t be so polite."

Kennedy laughed coldly. "You’ll regret this!"

With those words, Kennedy advanced toward Stanley with a machete in one hand and a gun in the other.

"Protect Mr. Field!" Stanley's bodyguards quickly formed a barrier in front of him. The clash between Kennedy's gang and the bodyguards turned the scene into chaos, filled with the sounds of gunfire and clashing weapons.

Kennedy moved through the fray like a demon, slaughtering mercilessly.

The bodyguards were no match for him.

Seeing this, Stanley's expression shifted slightly. He knew his bodyguards were well-trained.

But compared to Kennedy, the gap in skills was too great.

Kennedy’s rise to power in M City’s underworld had been paved with blood.

Franklin, tense and anxious, asked, "Mr. Field, what do we do?"

Stanley replied gravely, "Mr. Joseph, don't worry. I’ve already contacted Mr. Chesterton. He should be here in a few minutes."

Hearing this, Franklin sighed in relief. He believed that once Vincent arrived, these problems would be solved.

Una, having never witnessed such violence, hid behind the sofa, trembling with fear.

"Edison, what exactly are you trying to do?" Emma demanded angrily.

Edison smirked. "Emma, don’t be in such a hurry. After we deal with Stanley and his men, you’re next."

Emma felt a wave of sorrow. They were families, but at this moment, they were locked in a brutal conflict.

Kennedy’s eyes glinted with a bloodthirsty light as he stared at Stanley like a beast. "Stanley, I’m warning you one last time. Leave now, your bodyguards can’t stop me."

Stanley didn’t flinch. "Kennedy, as long as I’m here, you won’t harm Mr. Joseph."

"Then you’ve chosen death. Don’t blame me for being ruthless."

With that, Kennedy slashed down viciously at the approaching bodyguards.

"Ah!" A bodyguard screamed; one of his arms was chopped off by Kennedy.

Blood splattered everywhere, creating a gruesome scene.

Stanley’s bodyguards felt their scalps tingle with fear.

This was a ruthless killer—they weren’t paid enough to face death!

"How will you stop me now?"

Kennedy's eyes glowed red as he walked towards Stanley. The bodyguards, terrified by his killing intent, stepped back. They were unwilling to confront him.

Stanley's face turned grim. He gritted his teeth. "Stop him! Anyone who kills Kennedy gets five million dollars!"

The lure of five million dollars made the bodyguards glance at each other before they charged at Kennedy with renewed determination.

"Kill him!"

Dozens of bodyguards rushed forward, willing to risk their lives.

Kennedy smiled cruelly. "Since you’re all so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish!"

With those words, Kennedy became a blur, cutting down all the bodyguards.  

Screams filled the air.

One by one, all the bodyguards writhed on the ground in just a few minutes.

Kennedy stood among them, his machete drenched in blood. He looked like a demon straight from hell. Stanley trembled slightly, realizing the extent of Kennedy’s power. Alone, with just a knife, he had taken down all the bodyguards.

"Kennedy, what do you want?" Stanley shouted, his voice trembling as Kennedy advanced on him.

Kennedy licked the blood from his lips, his eyes gleaming like a beast’s. "I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. Now, you all have to die!"

"Kennedy, your fight is with me. Leave the others out of this."

Franklin stepped forward and shouted.

"Franklin, I didn’t want to kill you. Anyway, you are my brother. But since you are courting death, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Kennedy's eyes flashed with cold intent as he raised his machete and swung it down at Franklin.

Franklin closed his eyes in despair, knowing this was the end.

"Dad!"

"Mr. Joseph!" Emma and Stanley both shouted desperately.

Bang! At that critical moment, a bullet whizzed through the air.

Clang! The machete was shot out of Kennedy's hand.

Boom!  

The roar of engines filled the air as dozens of armed helicopters appeared overhead.

Hundreds of fully armed soldiers descended from the helicopters.

"Drop your weapons and get down, or we will shoot to kill!"

Galahad, holding a gun, coldly scanned the room.

The hundreds of Wild Warriors members exchanged uneasy glances.

Bang!

Without a word, Galahad shot one of the gang members in the head.

The man screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

Galahad's face remained impassive. "Drop your weapons, or this will be your fate!"

Faced with Galahad's strong threat, hundreds of Wild Warriors members immediately dropped their weapons, put their hands on their heads, and crouched on the ground.

Kennedy’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected thousands of elite soldiers to descend from the sky.

‘Who had the power to mobilize such a force? Stanley Field? Impossible! He was just the richest man in M City. How could he command thousands of soldiers?’

While Kennedy was still trying to figure it out, a tall figure entered through the villa’s front gate. "My lord!"

Galahad and the soldiers placed their right fists over their chests in a knightly salute.

Vincent, dressed in a black coat and expressionless, walked in.