The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

Chapter 323

Gavin and the other two individuals stood in hushed silence within the corridor.

Some swaying guests, reeking of alcohol, entered while engaged in lively conversation and laughter.

“Allow me to share with you that among all the bars I’ve visited, this bar is actually quite good.

“It’s not often that we gather like this. I’ll treat you all to some enjoyable

moments!

“Let’s go!”

A group of individuals entered with a raucous demeanor. Just as they were about to summon the

waiter, they stumbled upon a lifeless body sprawled on the gruesome, bloodstained floor by the

entrance.

Intoxicated by alcohol, the group initially dismissed the sight before them as a mere illusion. They

vigorously rubbed their eyes, snapping awake when the gruesome reality confronted them.

Overwhelmed by fear, they hastily pivoted and fled without a backward glance, their panicked screams

echoing in their wake.

“Ah!”

“Someone has been killed!”

“Inside! There’s been a murder inside!”

The customers who had been enjoying themselves in the commercial karaoke room heard the

commotion caused by the men outside and rushed out of their private room to see what was

happening.

In the end, they witnessed lifeless bodies strewn across the hall. The guests who emerged from their

private rooms stood frozen in shock, their faces drained of color.

“Someone has been killed!”

“There are numerous individuals on the ground, and there’s a significant amount of blood,” they

exclaimed.

“There’s an overwhelming amount of blood,” someone added, his voice filled with dread.

The frantic men and women quickly regained their composure and made a hasty dash for the bar’s

exit, paying no mind to straightening their disheveled clothing or settling their bills.

In that moment, the patrons of the bar stampeded out like a frightened beast, desperate to avoid

becoming one of those crimson figures.

In a mere moment, following the cacophony, an eerie silence enveloped the

scene.

10.40

Following this disturbance, the business of the bar was profoundly impacted.

A man dressed in black amidst the crowd abruptly broke away from their line of sight and hurried

upstairs.

At that very moment, the leaders in the private meeting room were each embracing a beautiful

companion and engaged in conversation.

All of a sudden, there came a sharp knock at the door of the private meeting

room!

Within the confines of the private meeting room, a man gently pushed aside the woman who had

nestled into his embrace and spoke.

“Come in!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a uniformed waiter rushed to the boss’s side and whispered

into his ear.

“Boss, there’s trouble brewing, and someone has even taken lives among our group!”

Upon hearing this, the man rose abruptly, his expression contorted with anger, causing the woman

beside him to tremble in fear.

“Arrange for someone to confront him,” he ordered sternly.

‘Who is this ungrateful individual daring to commit such atrocities within the boundaries of Cruto?’ He

seethed with anger. ‘He must have a death wish, daring to lay a finger on my people in my territory.

He was determined to find out the identity of this audacious individual.

Just as Gavin was growing increasingly impatient with the wait…

At last, a middle-aged man from Cruto, impeccably dressed in a well-ironed suit, emerged,

accompanied by a retinue of black-clad men.

The middle-aged man was none other than the owner of the bar, Monet Risky. Monet cast a bloodshot

gaze upon the grim scene before him, his anger reaching a boiling point as he surveyed the lifeless

bodies strewn across the floor.

He raised his head and fixed a penetrating gaze on Gavin, who stood before him. At that very moment,

the uniformed man who had just briefed Monet leaned in and whispered to him,

“Boss, it’s him!

“We should have identified the person in charge as soon as we entered. Our people didn’t have the

general’s approval, and he wasted no time in eliminating them,” the uniformed man explained in

hushed tones.

“A significant number of guests fled without settling their bills, and potential patrons were frightened

away as well,” he continued.

Upon hearing the waiter’s report, Monet glared at Gavin, pointing his finger accusingly and unleashing

a stream of curses.

“Where the hell did you do? Do you even know where you are?” Monet spat out in

anger.

“Do you really think you can run amok in Cruto’s territory?

“I believe you’ve grown weary of life. You’ve come here to meet your end!” Monet declared vehemently.

Gavin shot a glance at the agitated Monet. ‘Did he just claim that this was Cruto’s territory? Since when

did the land of Blearus become the domain of this insignificant country? Did he truly have the audacity

to display such arrogance here? As expected, all sorts of individuals seemed to flourish in this place.’

Therefore, Gavin gazed at Monet with a chilling demeanor and stated. “Where are the two girls who

were sent here today?” Gavin inquired icily. Monet seethed with rage as he noticed Gavin’s dismissive

demeanor.

‘He appeared visibly indignant. How could he have known about the arrival of the two girls today? He

had never divulged that information to anyone. Could it be that this individual was acquainted with the

two women? Was he here seeking an explanation?’

Monet regarded Gavin with disdain. He appeared to be nothing more than a 20-year-old youth.

There was no valid reason for the woman who had entered from Monet’s establishment to be detained.

Monet fixed a fierce gaze on Gavin and said.

“Who do you think you are to question me?

“You’re inviting death by coming to Cruto’s territory and causing trouble!” Monet exclaimed vehemently.

Following that, Monet gestured to the individuals behind him and bellowed angrily,

“Attack!

“Kill those three brats!

“Leave no one alive!”

The black-clad men behind him promptly received the order, their expressions turning fierce. They each

straightened their imposing postures and marched past Monet, heading in Gavin and the others’

direction.

As Monet laid eyes on the man in black, a smug expression crossed his face. He turned to Gavin and

sneered with arrogance.

“I’ll demonstrate how a Cruto warrior deals with the likes of you!” Monet declared with confidence.

“Today, I’ll make sure you understand the consequences of stirring up trouble in Cruto’s territory!

“You’re nothing more than trash from Blearus. Allow us to instruct you on how to be a decent human

being,” Monet taunted contemptuously.

When Gavin heard this, his head buzzed. While he could comprehend the words, it felt as futile as

trying to reason with a doomed duck.

Gavin observed the black-clad man before him but remained motionless.

Harry and Rose exchanged a knowing glance, their understanding unspoken. In an instant, both of

them vanished from Gavin’s side.

A series of screams erupted suddenly, and the black-clad individuals who had rushed out were

instantly transformed into lifeless bodies!

They didn’t afford the people around them any time to react.

Even Monet was unable to react in time.

It wasn’t until the overpowering scent of blood filled his nostrils.

Only then did he turn pale with terror. In an instant, he glanced at the lifeless bodies strewn on the

ground and stood there in shock.

He thought, ‘my subordinates were all seasoned warriors. Yet, they had been swiftly dispatched just

like that? What on earth were these individuals capable of? If this persisted, we might very well meet

our demise.’

The waitstaff in the hall were utterly flabbergasted. They dared not utter a word upon witnessing the

unfolding scene.

‘Who is this individual exactly? He appears to be a young man in his twenties. How could such those

formidable people be by his side? The individuals under his command seemed like the type that

ordinary folks would tremble in fear of! The opposing party’s strength seems to transcend even that of

warriors. It is utterly terrifying’

At that moment, Monet suddenly had a realization. His eyes conveyed a sense of urgency as he

shouted.

“Summon Master Purdue Wiggins immediately!” Monet exclaimed urgently.

“Hurry, go quickly!” Monet urged with urgency.

The moment Monet finished/speaking, Gavin’s figure materialized instantly in front of him, seizing him

by the neck and lifting him off the ground.

Gavin’s voice, resembling that of the Grim Reaper, echoed in his ears.

“Tell me, where are those two girls?!” Gavin demanded, his voice filled with a menacing intensity.