Deserved Death
"How dare you, you shameless official! Speaking such outrageous words and defying your superiors!" Sean Hayes was furious at Justin Zhao's brazen, shameless remarks, his eyes burning red. Justin Zhao had insulted Princess Jade Hayes so viciously—it was as if he didn't even care about Alexander Hayes!
"I'll say whatever I want! Right now, I'm the one in charge, and I've got plenty of men—what do I have to be afraid of? If you've got the guts, just kill me! Hahaha—" Justin Zhao threw his head back and laughed wildly, arrogance written all over his face. But halfway through his laughter, a sudden gust of wind swept by. Alexander Hayes, in his black robe, moved like a phantom—no one saw how he struck. In the blink of an eye, he was back where he started, his blood-stained sword gleaming coldly in his hand. Justin Zhao, still with his head thrown back in laughter, froze—his smug expression stuck on his face, and the laughter cut off abruptly. He stood there, motionless.
Mr. Charles Zhao Sr. rubbed his eyes and asked, "Justin, what's wrong with you?"
He reached out and gave Justin Zhao a push.
The moment Mr. Charles Zhao Sr.'s hand touched Justin Zhao, his pig-like body crashed to the ground. His round head rolled off his shoulders, spun twice in the dirt, and blood sprayed everywhere—splattering Mr. Charles Zhao Sr. and the Zhao Clan Guards, catching them completely off guard.
Staring at Justin Zhao’s headless corpse, Mr. Charles Zhao Sr. was stunned, unable to process what had just happened. His son, alive and laughing a second ago, was now dead—his head rolling on the ground...
"He deserved to die." Alexander Hayes held his sword at his chest, looking coldly at Justin Zhao’s severed head. With a look of disgust, he kicked the round head away from his feet.
The fat, round head—still twisted in a grimace—flew into the ranks of the Zhao Clan Guards, sending them screaming and scattering in panic. Chaos erupted instantly.
Alexander Hayes looked at the Zhao Clan Guards with disdain. "A bunch of rabble, thinking you can bully me just because you have numbers? You dare come looking for trouble with your king?"
Only now did Mr. Charles Zhao Sr. snap out of it, unable to believe his son had been killed by Alexander Hayes over a few heated words!
Mr. Charles Zhao Sr. had always favored Justin Zhao, even passing the Magistrate’s title to his most beloved son. Now, seeing his son’s head fall right before his eyes, rage and grief overwhelmed him. Red-eyed, he roared, "You—you dare kill my son! Guards, attack! As patriarch of the House of Zhao, I order all Zhao Clan Guards to storm the Magistrate’s Mansion and kill every last one of them—leave no survivors!"
At Mr. Charles Zhao Sr.’s command, the Zhao Clan Guards all drew their blades and shouted, "Kill! Charge!"
Tens of thousands of Zhao Clan Guards, bristling with murderous intent, swung their broadswords and spears, surging toward the Magistrate’s Mansion.
Alexander Hayes remained calm and unhurried, leading his men through the gates, shutting them behind, and preparing to defend the mansion.
When the Magistrate’s Mansion was built, they’d planned for the possibility of a mob uprising, so the courtyard walls were constructed like city walls—easy to defend, hard to breach.
Mr. Charles Zhao Sr. gnashed his teeth in hatred and cursed, "You think hiding in the Magistrate’s Mansion will keep you safe, Alexander Hayes? We have tens of thousands of guards—surely we can take down your few thousand men! Attack the walls!"
Just as the Zhao Clan Guards began setting up ladders to storm the courtyard walls, Mr. Charles Zhao Sr. looked up and saw Alexander Hayes standing on the watchtower atop the wall, hands behind his back, surrounded by Black Armored Cavalry. One soldier held a strange device, its dark muzzle aimed at the Zhao Clan Guards below.
"You killed my son—I’ll make sure you die without a grave!" Mr. Charles Zhao Sr. roared at Alexander Hayes.
Alexander Hayes sneered, raised his hand, and fired—a shot rang out, striking Mr. Charles Zhao Sr. square in the face.