King's Awakening - Chapter 374: 374: White Mitchell challenges the Twelve Flying Tigers!

Chapter 374: Chapter 374: White Mitchell challenges the Twelve Flying Tigers!
A robust voice echoed deafeningly.

Already distressed, Sherry Jones became even more flustered upon hearing this voice.

“Brother, don’t go out, this thing started because of me, I’ve implicated you. If Weiden Family wants to kill, let them kill me!” Sherry Jones looked at White Mitchell with sorrowful eyes, speaking in a panic.

She then tried to step out.

But at this moment, White Mitchell pulled her back: “Being spouses, we share everything. How can you implicate me?”

After saying that, White Mitchell showed a faint smile on his face, reassuring her: “Don’t worry, I don’t tremble before the Weiden Family. They want my life, but do they possess the power to take it?

You stay safe at home. I will come back to you after I sort everything out.”

At this moment, White Mitchell made eye contact with Mori Jones on the side and then directly opened the door and walked out.

“Bro, no, Bro, don’t go, Bro…” Sherry Jones exclaimed, her eyes filled with tears. She wanted to follow him, but Mori directly held her back at the exact moment.

“Little aunt, don’t stop me. Even if I die, I want to die with him,” Sherry Jones choked and spoke.

“It’s all my fault. Everything, my brother wouldn’t have to suffer so much. It’s all my fault, all my fault for being useless,” Sherry Jones cried out hoarsely.

Mori Jones, standing next to her, could only sigh helplessly and reassuringly said: “Silly girl, has White ever lied to you? If he says he can handle it, he definitely will. Don’t worry too much. White can turn the tide.”

At this moment, Sherry Jones ignored Mori Jones’ advice and didn’t hear a word.

She was filled with limitless self-blame. If she had enough strength, White Mitchell wouldn’t have to suffer like this.

She was so weak, she was simply not powerful enough.

Just as Sherry Jones was drowning in endless self-blame, White Mitchell alone met the former Chief Instructor of the Ministry of Martial Arts – Jeremiah Weiden – in the community.

Jeremiah Weiden stood tall and distinctly, his vigorous eyes seemed to sparkle with peculiar flames.

With a slick back silver hair, he portrayed the picture of an old man, but he seemed extraordinarily domineering.

If it had been someone else, they would have been intimidated by Jeremiah Weiden’s aura.

Yet, White Mitchell calmly stood in front of Jeremiah, not falling short in momentum.

Seeing this, Jeremiah Weiden coldly smiled. His lips curled up a brutal curve, he indifferently asked: “So you are White Mitchell?”

White Mitchell responded with a laid-back demeanor: “You came to seek revenge without even knowing who I am?”

“Insolent! You dare to talk like this to the instructor, do you want to die?” A robust man standing next to Jeremiah Weiden stepped forward and thunderously rebuked.

As soon as his voice fell, the ten strong men standing behind Jeremiah Weiden stepped forward.

Eleven people, eleven overpowering auras.

Obviously, this was the twelve flying tigers of the military department, trained by Jeremiah Weiden himself.

Except for Noah Weiden, who was already killed by White Mitchell, the other eleven were all present, showing their full aura.

In an instant, every man’s body seemed to radiate a sound similar to the simultaneous ringing of drum and bell. A sense of oppressive aura accompanied it.

Any ordinary person would have been choked by this powerful aura.

However, these people in front of White Mitchell’s eyes were nothing more than a group of weaklings.

At this time, Jeremiah Weiden, standing behind the twelve flying tigers, slowly said, “White Mitchell, don’t resist anymore. I came today with no intention of sparing your life.

No one can save you even if you keep up with the tricks.

If you’re smart enough, surrender now, otherwise, I don’t mind turning this place into a river of blood.

All your family, friends, and anyone related to you will be implicated. Can you afford such a price?”

Obviously, Jeremiah Weiden didn’t want to create more troubles. If things got too big, it wouldn’t be good to explain to Nezzi’s headquarters.

But if White Mitchell was determined to go his own way, regardless of risking offending Nezzi’s headquarters, he would make White Mitchell pay a terrible price!

Confronted with Jeremiah Weiden’s aggression, White Mitchell seemed as if he hadn’t heard it at all and replied indifferently, “Oh? Is that so? Then I would like to see what it is that I can’t bear to pay!”

As soon as his words fell, a strong intent to kill developed in White’s eyes.

The aura of battle and blood that had been cultivated within him surged, ready to burst at any moment.

Seeing this, Jeremiah Weiden’s gaze grew icy cold, and his face contorted in condemn. Immediately, he waved his hand and commanded, “Take him down!

Tomorrow, I will use his blood to pay tribute to my son’s spirit in heaven!

If he dares to resist, let him suffer. Let him understand what it means to be worse than death!”

At his command, the aura of the twelve flying tigers became particularly boisterous, as if a horde of wild tigers had awoken within them.

At the same time, the look in White Mitchell’s eyes also became increasingly frigid, filled with murderous intent.

“Hold on!”

Just as both sides were about to start, figures rushed wildly from the community outside, directly standing between White Mitchell and Jeremiah Weiden.

“Sana Robert!?” White Mitchell frowned, his inner momentum ebbing, and then spoke to Sana, “What are you doing here!?”

Sana, without looking back, replied, “You kept your promise, so we the Robert Family must also keep ours. My grandfather has already returned to Capital City for surgery. He asked me to stay and help you.”

Stay and help me?

At Sana’s words, White Mitchell hesitated, and then laughed bitterly to himself. For Cooper to go through such trouble to protect his precious granddaughter, he must have really cared for her.

Claiming to help me, when in reality, he just wants me to protect his granddaughter, thought White.

As White Mitchell was deep in thought, Jeremiah Weiden, upon seeing Sana appear, his face turned grim.

“People from the Robert Family in Capital City!?” Seeing Sana and the experts she brought with her, Jeremiah Weiden’s face darkened even more.

Sana turned her gaze towards Jeremiah, replying with pride, “Correct, good for you to have some discernment. White Mitchell, our Robert Family will vouch for you!”

Huh!?

Hearing these words, Jeremiah’s eyebrows furrowed deeper and his face became more unfavorable.

He had heard of the goodwill White Mitchell had with the Robert Family, but he never expected that they would challenge the Martial Department for the sake of one mere person.

More importantly, the relationship between the Robert family and the War Department is complex and unpredictable; one cannot be too cautious.

Thinking this, Jeremiah squinted his eyes like a vulture and said in frustration, “Sana, don’t be so arrogant. I am going to kill someone today, and you people can’t stop me!

Today, out of respect for the Robert family, I will give him a chance. Tomorrow, I will hold a memorial service for my son at Weiden’s house. If he can defeat my man then, I will spare his life.

Otherwise, I will use his blood to consecrate my son’s spirit in heaven. If your Robert family does not agree, I will kill him now!

Don’t forget, this is Sayon. If I want to kill someone, your Robert family can’t stop me. If you don’t believe me, try it!”

Threat!

A naked threat!

Sana trembled with rage upon hearing this. Jeremiah Weiden, relying on the awe of the Martial Department, indeed behaved as if he was above the law!

“White Mitchell, don’t mind him. If he dares to do anything, we, the Robert family…” Sana turned to persuade him, but White Mitchell seemed not to see and stepped forward, talking to Jeremiah Weiden.

“All right! I take your challenge!” White Mitchell looked calmly at Jeremiah Weiden, quickly adding, “Just in time, I also want to see how much you people in the Martial Department have grown over the years!

No need to take turns, tomorrow, I, White Mitchell, alone, shall challenge the twelve flying tigers of the martial department!”

Whoosh!

The moment he said this, everyone was stunned, including Sana, who was on White Mitchell’s side.

One man challenging the twelve flying tigers of the martial department?

Has he gone mad!?

This is nothing short of a suicide mission!!!