Chapter - 1082

Rosie nodded. “Sure. I guarantee there won't even be any scraps left when we're through with them.”

“Killing them is a pity,” Zeke shook his head in disagreement, “They're all powerful in their own right. It's a waste of resources that they're here bullying people when they should be out on the battlefield fighting for peace. Hand them over to Wolf's Greed so they may help protect the country.”

“Understood!”

The Sullivan family was in high spirits as they eagerly awaited Lennon's triumphant return. Esme even prepared a celebration feast in advance.

They firmly believed that Lennon would complete his task perfectly. After all, Zeke was now a crippled man. If Lennon could not even handle him, he would be more useless than a cripple.

Old Man Sullivan had also Ieft his seclusion in anticipation of joining the feast.

As everyone milled around waiting, an arrow suddenly shot into the house and embedded itself in one of the wooden pillars.

The Sullivans were shocked as they wondered who dared to come to the Sullivan household to stir up trouble.

Esme ordered, “Go; see what's going on outside.” Four guards immediately headed outside.

Old Man Sullivan frowned and ordered, “Bring me that note on the arrow.”

Esme personally detached the note and handed it to him.

He took a glance and could not stop his hands from shaking.

There in bold print were five words. ‘Old Man Sullivan will die!’ Incensed, he roared, “Someone dared to challenge me!”

At that moment, the four guards returned with Lennon.

Everybody could see that he was injured badly and was close to dying. Blood kept trickling from his mouth, staining his shirt red.

The rest of the Sullivans were stunned at his condition.

What is going on here! Who did this to Lennon? Zeke Williams? Impossible!

He can't even take care of himself, so how could he possibly injure someone else?

The Sullivans surged forward to surround Lennon, bombarding him with questions.

“Lennon, what happened?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Where is Zeke Williams' heart? And Lacey Hinton?”

Lennon bowed his head but did not speak. His emotions raged in him and his breathing became erratic as he grew increasingly agitated.

Esme hurried forward, demanding, “Out of the way! Let me see him!”

In response, the crowd moved aside to open up a clear path for her.

She urged, “Lennon, tell Grandma what happened.”

At last, he lifted his head and opened his mouth to speak.

However, all that came out was an unintelligible, garbled mess of sounds.

More blood spurted out of his mouth.

Only then did Esme notice that his tongue had been cut out from the root.

Her mind went blank. She felt like she had been struck by thunder as she staggered back a few steps in horror.

Crippled and mute, Lennon was currently no different than an animal!

This was her favorite and most precious grandson——of course she was devastated!

Enraged, Old Man Sullivan rushed forward and slapped him without warning!

“You useless piece of trash! You couldn't even handle a damn cripple! What use are you!”

Lennon wanted to protest but all that left his mouth was, “Ah! Ah!”

In an instant, tears rolled down Lennon's cheeks.

Oh, how he wanted to tell everyone that it was not his fault this time!

Old Man Sullivan was to blame here for failing to poison Zeke properly. Not only had he recovered from the poison, but he had also returned to peak condition.

Unfortunately, there was no way he could express any of his thoughts, as all he could do was cry out futilely like a mute.

Why? Why didn't you just kill me? Zeke Williams, you f**king animal!

Old Man Sullivan gave him another hard smack, snarling, “Quiet! Stop your senseless mumbling, you ——”

Before he could finish, his hand flew up to grasp his chest. His entire body tensed while his brows furrowed deeply.