Chapter - 3163

Before they knew it, they had driven out of the village.

Yuvan was on edge, vigilantly scanning his surroundings, fearing that those secretly watching him would jump out and intercept them.

Yuvan's worries were not unfounded. Almost as soon as they left the village, people jumped out from both sides, blocking the path of their vehicle.

There were two of them, each clutching a gun and exuding an aura of deadly intent.

Zeke came to a halt, rolled down the window, and looked at them indifferently. "Get lost."

The two assassins exuded a chilling aura. "Go back. If you dare to advance, there will be no mercy."

Zeke said, "Ah, I must have been too nice. Get your *sses over here!"

One of the assassins said, "Can't you understand what I just said? I told you to go back. If you dare to yammer on, we will-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, the two assassins suddenly felt as if a tremendous force was controlling their bodies, compelling them to walk toward Zeke step by step.

They wanted to resist, but the force was simply too powerful; they were utterly powerless to fight back.

They wanted to shoot, but they couldn't muster the strength in their fingers.

What's going on? Where on earth did this immense power come from? Why is this happening? What is this?

Their gazes inadvertently fell on Zeke, causing them to shudder involuntarily.

F*ck, could it be this man's doing? How is he doing it?

The two of them realized in despair that they had encountered an elite this time.

The two assassins obediently approached Zeke.

With a casual flick of his hand, Zeke slapped the two people into unconsciousness.

"Reveal yourselves, Nightingale Squad."

A figure immediately appeared nearby, kneeling before Zeke. "Five of Nightingale Squad awaiting your orders."

Zeke said, "I sense negative energy fluctuation from these two. It must be related to Netherworld. Thoroughly investigate the two of them, and don't let any clue, no matter how small, slip through."

Five replied, "Understood!"

Zeke drove away.

Yuvan and Francine exchanged glances, their eyes filled with even more confusion.

Zeke was becoming increasingly mysterious in their hearts.

Yuvan asked cautiously, "Where are we going next?"

Francine said, "Yuvan, the former head of the Whittaker family, Maximus, and the current head, Fergus, are both dead. The rest of the Whittaker family are struggling to save themselves. Before they passed away, they left the Whittaker family to us. Let's go and take over the Whittaker family's property now."

What!

Yuvan looked at Francine in disbelief. "Francine, you must be joking with me. How could the powerful Whittaker family fall just like that? Even if the Whittaker family were to fall, there's no way they would hand over their entire estate to us."

Francine responded, "To tell you the truth, Maximus and Fergus were actually driven to their deaths by him. It was also him who forced Maximus and Fergus to hand over the Whittaker family assets to us."

Him again!

Yuvan stared intently at Zeke as if trying to see right through him.

Just how much power is needed to drive Maximus and Fergus to their deaths and also force them to

bestow the Whittaker family's assets upon him? Even the prime minister wouldn't have been able to do that at his peak! Wait... The Great Marshal?

This noun suddenly popped up in Yuvan's mind.

However, he immediately rejected the thought.

How could he possibly be the Great Marshal?

The Great Marshal had a lot on his plate; he certainly didn't have time to deal with their trivial matters.

An hour later, they arrived at the Whittaker residence.

The once bustling Whittaker residence was eerily quiet that day. The gates were tightly shut, the guard post was deserted, and not a soul was in sight.

The large "sealed" sign on the door was glaringly conspicuous.

Only then did Yuvan truly believe that the Whittaker family was indeed finished.

Just as the three of them were about to push the door open, a wave of noise suddenly erupted from behind them.

The three of them turned around and saw a Lamborghini speeding toward them.

Moreover, as the Lamborghini was getting closer to them, it showed no signs of slowing down, as if it intended to crash into them.

Yuvan and Francine instinctively wanted to dodge, but they were held back by Zeke.

"Just stand right here and don't move. If he dares to charge at us, he's done for."

Yuvan swallowed, glancing at Zeke. Could this guy really withstand a sports car, and a fast moving one at that?