Chapter 1400

The woman in white was terrifying–every step she took was a death sentence. Her Ghostwillow blade was as thin as a whisper, and every slash drew blood, each strike hitting a vital spot.

Within seconds, aside from Roger, the remaining members of the Wrights‘ elite guard were dead on the spot.

“Who the hell are you?” Roger yelled, drenched in cold sweat. “Why are you going this far? Why the hell are you killing everyone?”

The woman came to a stop. After that brutal bout of violence, her face looked almost possessed. She ran her blood-slick tongue across the edge of her blade and giggled darkly.

“Who am I? I’m White Viper. Today, you’re all going to die. Especially that handsome little guy standing behind you–he’s going to die the most miserably.”

Roger spun around and glared furiously at Andrew. “This is your fault, you walking disaster! You brought this psycho down on us! Call Mr. Wright–get backup! I’ll hold her off, but you need to move, now!”

Barking that order, Roger charged at White Viper without hesitation, and the two locked into combat again.

As a member of the Wrights‘ personal guard and a top-tier fighter from one of the Five Apex Families, Roger was not just for show.

White Viper’s vicious strikes only grazed him, while his saber sliced deep into her shoulder. Blood gushed, but rather than retreat, it seemed to make her even more ferocious.

With a suicide-style attack, she ignored the knife that was stabbing at her again and launched her own attack. The Ghostwillow blade whistled through the air, and Roger’s severed hand hit the ground with a thud.

Clutching the spurting stump where his hand used to be, Roger screamed in agony. His fear overtook his pride, and he turned and bolted.

White Viper let out a sharp, animalistic laugh and launched a throwing blade into his back, dead center.

Roger coughed up a mouthful of blood as he hit the ground, barely clinging to life. Through his fading vision, he caught a blurry glimpse of Andrew, who was still just standing there. He was not running or calling for help. In fact, he was just smiling.

Roger croaked, “Y–You idiot! Call for help, damn it! You’re literally killing us here!”

He could barely contain his fury. What kind of moron just stood there, frozen, while everyone around him was getting slaughtered?

He wondered if Andrew was so scared that he could not even dial a damn number.

Andrew casually stepped forward and smiled warmly. “Call for help? Why would I do that? The whole point was to get rid of you people. If I called for backup, that would ruin everything, wouldn’t it?”

Roger’s face twisted in disbelief, ignoring even the pain. “W–What did you just say?”

Andrew scoffed and stepped aside. He had no interest in explaining things to someone whose death was already inevitable.

White Viper strolled up and stomped down, crushing Roger’s skull with one brutal kick. His lifeless eyes stared blankly in horror, unable to comprehend what had just happened, not even in death.

In the end, he could not figure out what kind of insane move this lunatic Andrew had pulled. After all, if they all died, no one was left to protect him. He would just be torn apart next by this psychopath in white.

“You really are a goddamn idiot–just like that dead mutt said. My boss warned me to be extra cautious around you before I came. But now that I’ve seen you for myself? Please. You’re nothing but a trembling little bunny,” White Viper mocked.

She twirled her bloodstained blade and grinned at Andrew, full of taunting amusement.

Andrew did not run or call for help. Instead, he just stood there like a clueless lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Roger had not understood it, nor had she.