The Meskill family was like facing a formidable enemy, and everyone was as jittery as a frightened bird. Because it was truly terrifying—beheadings. Someone was carrying out beheading operations against the direct blood relatives of the Meskill family; nine had been killed, all high-profile direct descendants of the Meskill family, and all had been decapitated with a single stroke. So the Meskill family members were terrified. Moreover, the continuous beheading incidents had alarmed the entire capital. Though the news had not spread among the populace, the official response was one of fury, particularly among some of the higher-ups. Special action teams were deployed, Dragon Squad was mobilized, and all special departments were in action, all aiming for Yusuf Zuck. Indeed, because intelligence indicated that the murderer was Yusuf Zuck, even if he had the power of three heads and six arms, he was destined to die! There are laws of the state, rules of the family. His extensive killings were now an act of terror. Private vengeance had never been sought this way; the impact was too vile. Therefore, many departments had issued orders to kill Yusuf Zuck on sight. They had not received any favors from the Meskill family; it’s just that Yusuf Zuck had gone a bit too far this time. Saying he killed like mowing down grass wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Ted Wolfe stood on the roof for a full twenty minutes before finally jumping down, and at the same time, the other experts in the courtyard also breathed a sigh of relief. However, just as Ted Wolfe landed in the courtyard, a cold glint of a sword shadow shot through the night sky, the target being one of the figures in the Grand Master Realm within the courtyard. "Watch out!" Ted Wolfe shouted, darting forward in a single step. However, his warning was a bit too late, as the Flying Sword had already pierced through the throat of the figure in the Grand Master Realm, decapitating him with one strike! "Ah!～" Several brave onlookers in the wing rooms happened to witness this scene, and so they screamed in terror. The other experts in the courtyard surged into action, with Ted Wolfe soaring like an eagle, intent on capturing the sword. But the flight of the sword was incredibly fast, darting up and down, left and right, so agile that Ted Wolfe, despite several attempts, didn’t even manage to touch it! Donald Meskill stood at the main house’s door without moving; he coldly watched the chaotic courtyard, his eyes also squinting towards the rooftops around him. Gatlin Meskill and other senior members of the Meskill family, which comprised Gatlin’s several sons and a daughter, were all in the main house and didn’t come out, their faces grave as they watched the disorder in the courtyard. "Pffft pffft pffft～" After the Flying Sword slaughtered three more Grandmasters, it suddenly took a diagonal route into the night sky; meanwhile, Ted Wolfe, like an eagle, leapt up an impressive number of feet in height. However, after the Flying Sword ascended into the night, it swiftly turned and descended, then disappeared beyond the courtyard. Ted Wolfe also landed outside the courtyard, and many people rushed outside as well. But with the sword gone, no trace of any person was seen! Extremely eerie, absolutely eerie, and utterly horrifying. Those in the know understood this was the Sword Controlling Technique, while those unaware thought it was the work of ghosts and goblins, truly a terrifying thought! "You coward, would you dare to face me in a fight?" Ted Wolfe’s face was steely with rage, the enemy was too cunning, never revealing themselves but instead using Stealth to send the Flying Sword to kill, leaving him feeling the frustrating sensation of having nowhere to exert his force. Of course, Yusuf Zuck didn’t respond to Ted Wolfe; he hadn’t left, but had hid in the backyard, perched on a stone archway and watching the main house. There, Donald Meskill guarded the entrance resolutely, protecting the important members of the family, immovable. Yusuf Zuck knew that now was not the best time to strike at the major figures of the Meskill family. Certainly, he had no intention of leaving either, preferring to continue lying on the stone archway. "Ted Wolfe, help me contact Uncle Dragon, I want the thermal imaging projector!" At this moment, Donald Meskill suddenly turned around, cracked the main house’s door slightly, and whispered something to Ted Wolfe inside. During his whisper, aside from Ted Wolfe, no one else heard a thing. But Yusuf Zuck heard it, because he had telekinesis, so even if Donald Meskill spoke softly, he could hear him loud and clear. At the same time, his heart skipped a beat—if the enemy really brought some kind of thermal imaging, then he would no longer be able to kill so effortlessly! A Truth-Seeking Expert rushed back from the front courtyard with a Grandmaster, approaching the stone archway. Yusuf Zuck gritted his teeth, and as the Truth-Seeking Expert was just about to reach the stone archway, he suddenly pounced down on him. "Pfft—" His speed was too fast, and his sword too quick. The Truth-Seeker had no idea he would be hiding there, so in an instant, Yusuf Zuck assassinated him, severing his head. The Grandmaster following right behind the Truth-Seeker yelled out and ran, but he hadn’t run far when the Flying Sword pierced out from his chest. All the people were rushing towards the mansion, plunging the Meskill Family Mansion back into chaos. Outside the door, old man Mu arrived, but Yusuf Zuck had disappeared again, or one might say, they hadn’t seen the killer at all. Meanwhile, the complexions of the other experts turned ugly. Yusuf Zuck was fighting a war of attrition, killing them one by one with the goal of exterminating all the people inside the courtyard! And if he continued killing , the people in the courtyard would indeed be wiped out sooner or later! Many were struck by fear and the thought of retreat; an unseen enemy, an enemy capable of wielding a flying sword—they felt a profound sense of powerlessness. This content belongs to noⅴelfire.net "Mr. Yang, I apologize, but I have a wife at home, and I cannot take on this task!" Suddenly, one of the experts in the Grandmaster Realm addressed the main house with a cupped fist salute. As soon as his voice fell, he had already leapt onto the roof and left with a few bounds. "Farewell!" As this person left, he seemed to set a precedent—six or seven others jumped out, cupped their fists towards the main house and then took to the roofs to make their exit, two of which were Truth-Seeking Experts! "Bastards, ungrateful..." "Pfft—" Just as a Grandmaster Realm expert was cursing, a Flying Sword suddenly shot up from beneath his feet, traveling up his legs and splitting him in two! "Ahhhh—!" The nearby people were so frightened that their hair stood on end. The assassin was still around, and he would continue to take lives with stealth attacks. Those left in the courtyard were still fated to die. "Mr. Yang, I apologize..." Another dozen made their escape. The murky waters were too dangerous to wade in any longer; continuing would mean a sure death here, so it was wise to leave early. With a dozen having left, and another six or seven gone before that, in a flash, the Meskill family’s defense capabilities were reduced by eighty percent. Aside from old man Mu and Alvin Escobar, only three people were left in the courtyard, two of them Grandmasters, and one a Truth-Seeking Expert. Just ten days ago, at the battle in Sanya, the Meskill family had lost thirty-three people, so today there were, in total, fewer than thirty people in the mansion. Now with these departures, the defensive force was virtually gone. The Meskill family didn’t stop them, Donald Meskill didn’t stop them, nor did old man Mu—what does it mean to be a retainer? It’s being on the Meskill payroll, doing tasks for the Meskills, not having sold one’s life to them. They were only helping to guard the courtyard or handle certain matters, to kill some people, nothing more. And now, when they couldn’t even protect themselves, how could they possibly sacrifice their lives for a non-blood-related Meskill? This was human nature; the bond between the Meskills and these lofty experts wasn’t one of life or death but merely mutual interests. And what interest could weigh more than one’s own life? Yusuf Zuck didn’t stop those leaving because it actually suited him just fine. The Meskill Family Courtyard was empty; Donald Meskill’s face was gloomy while old man Mu pondered how to flush out the assassin.