Chapter 874: Killed or Captured Alive

Meanwhile, inside the villa manor.

The red wood flooring of the hall was already stained with glaring blood.

A group of burly, ferocious-looking men were waving glittering heavy swords and staff, driving all the remaining women, elderly, and children of the Yalige Family to the center of the hall, tightly controlling them.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a feeling of desperate oppression.

The bearded man at the head casually sat on the golden-threaded nanmu sofa that originally belonged to the old Clan Chief.

He twirled a heavy battleaxe that gleamed with cold light in his hand, sweeping his malicious gaze over a group of Yalige Family members kneeling in front of him.

This bearded man was named Donte, the vice leader of Gotham City underground gang 'Blood Wolf Gang', and also the core combat power cooperating with the traitor Bake to attack the Yalige Family this time, with a Rank as high as sixty-five!

Donte spat a mouthful of saliva, patted the coffee table in front of him with the side of the battleaxe, making a dull sound.

"Come on, stop playing mute."

Donte's gaze wandered back and forth across everyone's faces, his tone gloomy: "Who will speak first, where is that map of sacred traces hidden?"

"My patience is running out. Every minute, I will kill one of you until someone is willing to tell the truth!"

A white-haired old servant kneeling at the very front was covered in tears, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Your Excellency Donte! We really don't know anything!"

The old servant cried out with a hoarse voice and a face full of despair:

"Although our Yalige Family does some antique and art business, we have never seen any map of sacred traces! There is simply no painting you are looking for in the manor! That is a legendary thing, how could it be with us?"

"Bullshit!"

The bearded man Donte shook his head with certainty, a look of disdain and cruelty showing on his face.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Donte stood up, smashed the battleaxe heavily onto the floor, and roared aggressively: "For this operation, I specially used the old shaman worshipped by our Blood Wolf Gang! He used three years of his lifespan to cast prophecy magic, clearly indicating that the painting is definitely in your manor!"

"The old shaman's prophecy magic has never made a mistake! You hard-headed guys, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, right?"

Just at this moment, a burst of footsteps came from outside the hall, and a subordinate covered in dust hurriedly ran in to report.

"Boss! Inside and outside the manor, including the underground wine cellar, secret room, and the safe in the master bedroom, we have searched everywhere!"

The subordinate wiped the sweat from his forehead with an awkward expression, "We didn't even see the shadow of a picture frame, there is indeed no trace of the map of sacred traces!"

"A bunch of trash! If you can't find it, won't you keep looking?!"

Donte impatiently kicked the subordinate to the ground and roared: "Find it even if you can't! Call over all the Earth-element mages and Berserkers in the gang for me, dig three feet into the ground, and turn the entire manor's wall skin and grass upside down for me! I don't believe this painting can grow wings and fly!"

The subordinate scrambled up in a tumble and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Donte frowned, glanced at the clock on the wall of the hall, and his expression became increasingly gloomy and irritable.

"Also! What the hell are Bake and that bunch of trash doing?"

Donte cursed through gritted teeth: "Having been gone for so long, hasn't Eliza that yellow-haired girl been caught back yet? Damn it, taking four Level 60 experts to chase a seriously injured little girl, and it took nearly an hour!"

"What the hell are they doing? Could it be they want to swallow the benefits alone?"

Donte's eyes flickered, staring coldly at the kneeling Yalige Family members: "The old Clan Chief is dead, now in this manor, maybe only Eliza, the core successor, knows the specific location of that painting! When Bake brings people back, let's see how you can still be stubborn!"

Hearing this, the Yalige Family members kneeling on the ground all showed expressions of despair.

If even Eliza who escaped was caught back, their Family would truly be completely extinct.

Just at this moment, another lackey in charge of perimeter security rushed into the hall in a panic, tumbling and crawling, to report.

"Boss! Boss! Not good! Someone has entered the manor!"

Donte frowned, and his first reaction was that Bake was finally done.

"What are you panicking about? Is Captain Bake coming back with people?" Donte scolded.

"No… Not Captain Bake!"

The lackey swallowed his saliva, pointed outside the door, and stammered: "It's… It's a strange blond man! He… He is riding a huge Gryphon, directly passing through the perimeter defense line and entering the manor!"

"However… However, following that blond man, it seems… It seems to be Young Miss Eliza whom we are looking for!"

Hearing this, the expression on Donte's face instantly froze, and then he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Riding a Gryphon?

A strange blond man?

Eliza wasn't tied up, but following that man?

Donte was well aware that the dark golden high-tier Gryphon was clearly the exclusive mount that Bake regarded as a precious treasure! Usually, others couldn't even touch it, how could it fall into the hands of a strange blond man?

And Bake himself was nowhere to be seen!

An extremely bad thought arose in Donte's mind—Bake and the others were probably already dead!

Donte's face instantly turned extremely livid.

He immediately stood up, grabbed the battleaxe weighing several hundred catties, and shouted sternly to the subordinates in the hall: "You guys, stay here and watch this group of old, weak, sick, and disabled! If anyone dares to move around, just hack them to death!"

"The rest of you, show your weapons to me! Come outside with me and see which deity dares to meddle in the affairs of our Blood Wolf Gang and the Holy Knights Order!"

"Yes!"

A dozen fierce thugs whose strength was above Level 50 responded in unison, pulling out their weapons and rushing out of the villa hall behind Donte with Killing Intent.

As soon as they walked out of the villa door, everyone felt a violent wind pressure hit their faces.

I saw in the clouds above the manor, a huge Gryphon, huge in size and covered all over with dark golden feathers, was flapping its wide flesh wings, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression, and slowly landing toward the lawn in front of the villa.

The strong wind whipped up the dead leaves and dust on the lawn, blowing Donte and the others' clothes to flutter noisily.

Donte recognized this Gryphon at a glance!

This was Bake's Level 60 high-tier Demonic Beast!

But now, this fierce beast that was usually extremely ferocious was lowered like a gentle kitten, its proud head lowered, landing steadily on the lawn.

And on the back of the Gryphon sat a calm young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. Behind the man was Eliza, with a slightly pale face but a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Seeing this scene, Donte's heart shook greatly, and the surrounding Blood Wolf Gang lackey also looked at each other, showing expressions of shock and dread.

"Boss… That's Captain Bake's Gryphon! How could it be under this kid's ass?"

"Captain Bake is a Level 62 Berserker, and he brought three Level 60 brothers, could it be… Could it be that they all folded in this kid's hands?"

"Impossible right! This kid looks so young, and there isn't even a trace of powerful Douqi and magic fluctuation on his body, how could he kill Captain Bake?"

The whispers of the surrounding lackeys reached his ears, making Donte's face increasingly ugly.

He took a deep breath, subconsciously tightened the battleaxe in his hand, and the Douqi in his body circulated wildly, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.

He stepped forward, raised his voice, and shouted sternly to Zhou Huai on the back of the Gryphon: "What does Your Excellency mean by this?"

"This is Bake's mount! Where is Bake?"

"Where is he now?!"

Facing Donte's full-throated, threatening stern shout, Zhou Huai sat on the back of the Gryphon without even lifting an eyelid.

He completely ignored Donte and the others, as if the murderous gang elites in front of him were just a bunch of breathing air.

Zhou Huai casually patted the dust off his body, then slowly turned his head to look at Eliza behind him.

"What do you say?"

Zhou Huai's voice was flat, without a trace of fluctuation: "Should these people be killed, or captured alive?"