Chapter - 1886

"Did you tell Zeke what I said?" Sixtus quickly asked. "Did you tell him to come here?"

The blondie assured, "I did, Mr. Sixtus. He received the message. He should be making his way here with Emma's daughter right. now."

Upon hearing his report, Sixtus let out a sigh of relief. “Good."

On the other side, Emma's mind exploded. He's baiting Zeke and Amelia here! If Zeke comes here right now, this entire army will skin him alive!

Even though she was in a weakened state, both physically and mentally, she gathered all her strength and kneeled before Sixtus. "Mr. Sixtus, please, I beg of you, spare Zeke and Amelia. If you want to hurt someone, hurt me-"

Slap!

One of the Bronze Warriors didn't hesitate to give Emma a slap across the face. "Even if you die, it's not enough to avenge my comrade! The only way to sate my desire
for vengeance is to watch you, Zeke, and your daughter die!"

Among the four martial artists who Zeke had thrown off a building before, one of them was a friend of the Bronze Warriors. No wonder they hated Emma.

The slap was so powerful that it disoriented her, disabling her ability to kneel properly.

Glaring at Emma, Sixtus called for the others, "Say, now that we have nothing to do, how about we play some golf?"

"Yeah!" the crowd replied passionately.

Raising their gold clubs, they started playing with Sixtus.

There were waves of laughter all around the place as if there was a party going on.

After a while, Sixtus ordered, "Caddie, go pick up the balls."

One of the Eighteen Arhats smiled. "The caddie is on a vacation leave today, so there aren't any here."

Pouting, Sixtus complained, "How can there not be a caddie? I can't possibly be expected to pick up the ball myself."

Everyone then unanimously turned their attention to Emma.

The woman instantly understood their intentions and nodded. "I'll go and pick the balls up. I'll do it. Please, just let Zeke and Amelia go. Please."

Sixtus sneered, "That'll depend on your performance."

At that, a hope sparked in Emma's heart.

As long as there was hope that Zeke and Amelia could be spared, she was willing to do her best.

Limping across the course, she picked up the balls.

Cackling, Sixtus raised his club and hit a ball, which landed right on the back of Emma's head.

"Good ball!" the crowd cheered.

That impact knocked Emma's

consciousness out for a second before she uncontrollably fell to the ground.

Ouch! This is so painful! I feel like I'm suffocating!

She wanted to lie down and stop moving, but she could not.

There are still two lives sitting on my shoulders, waiting for me to save them. I must stand up and continue.

With gritted teeth, she used her legs to slowly push her body off the ground again.

Seeing that, Sixtus laughed. "Let's a play a new game, fellas! Whoever hit the most balls on her will get to spend the night with her!"

"Haha! Thank you, Mr. Sixtus!" With a loud laugh, they lifted their clubs and hit the golf balls.

It was as if the golf balls had formed into a meteor shower as they pelted on Emma's. body continuously.

None of her body parts were spared by the merciless and incessant impact of golf balls.

Still, she pressed forward while enduring the pain. I mustn't fall! I mustn't fall! I definitely mustn't fall! You must see this through the end, Emma Jones! There are people depending on you!

Eventually, she arrived at a small river.

Staring at the rapid flow of water, she suddenly had a terrible thought. I'm tired. Being alive is so painful for both my body and mind. I just want all the pain and exhaustion to end. I want to jump so bad.

However, when the image of a pitiful Amelia and an innocent Zeke flashed across her mind, she shook away the idea and resumed picking up golf balls.

Just as she turned around, a golf ball hit a bullseye on her temple.