Chapter 1157

Fane breathed out a cold laugh, and in a split second he disappeared; he was shuttling among the

bodyguards at a lighting speed while swinging his arm.

With a few flashes, all of the bodyguards laid lifeless on the ground.

"What the f*ck!”

The fatty and the plump woman-who witnessed the scene—had their eyes widened as large as

saucers and their jaws dropped to the ground. They were in shock. The bodyguards that they brought

were of high-grade martial artists, and one of them was even a first-grade grandmaster! The two did

not expect their men to be killed in just a few seconds.

"It...it looks like this brat must have

reached the higher grade of grandmaster level; his martial prowess and skill are not bad at all. Now I

finally understand why he wasn’t afraid of them a moment ago. If he and his wife hurry up and leave

the place, and not stir up a bigger trouble, they should be fine!"

Kayla whispered to herself while watching the scene on the side.

"Punk, I'm a Maack! How dare you kill my men! Are you looking for trouble with the Maack family?"

The woman fumed hotly, at the same time, her voice trembled. She used the Maack family as a tool, in

hopes to threaten Fane.

"Heh, I see. Should I wait for your men to beat me to death, only then I could fight back?"

Cold and heartless smile plastered on Fane's face; he slowly paced toward the two fatties.

''You...you...you...stop right there! What are you doing?"

Seeing Fane walking toward them at a painfully slow pace, the fat couple looked a t each other and

were both in complete terror.

"Oh? What do you think I'm doing?'

Fane chortled wickedly and threw the question back to the couple.

"Punk, you're not trying to end us, are you? Let me give you the last warning, my father -in-law is a

strong fighter of the semi-god level. If you dare to make a move on us, today will be your last day!"

Fane let out a good laugh, then he turned to the rotund man. "Well. There’s one way for you to get out

of here alive, which is for you to cut off one of your wife’s arms right here. Perhaps, in that way, I can let

you two live. Otherwise, you'll have to die here tonight!” Fane proposed.

After he finished his last word, he flipped his palm and a fine sword appeared in his hand. He threw it

on the ground in front of the fatty. "Your choice” Fane dictated.

"Brat, I'm the Young Mistress Maack, are you looking for death! How dare you ask m y husband to cut

off my arm! Who gave you the guts!”

Autumn’s temper sparked that she could feel anger thrummed through her veins; she put on the

almighty and authoritative look as she barked.

Snap!

Nonetheless, a heavy slap landed on her cheek right after she finished her

"Honey, you're not really going to cut my arm, are you?”

Autumn looked at the sword, tears shimmered in her eyes and her face was ashen. How could she

have thought that the other party was not afraid of the Maack Coոtent оf

family and daring enough to attack her?

"Brat, you've promised to let us live if I cut her arm, right?”

The fatty wheeled around and looked at Fane.

Fane nodded, "A promise is a promise!”