I’m Someone Else
Chapter 315

Chapter 315

They knew fighting was futile. These intruders were far more powerful than they were; they were in adifferent league. William and Sean would not leave. They were sworn brothers of Thomas, but theseguards were not. They were just doing their job. There was no need for them to sacrifice themselves fortheir young masters. Too many had died, and they would not allow more bloodshed to happen.

“Leave. They won’t attack you. They’re after this villa,” said Sean.

The guards turned around and smiled at them. “Mr. Morton, your grandfather took me in when I wasdesperate and had nowhere to go. Without him, I would have died a long time ago.”

“Mr. Peralta, I’m an orphan, and your family raised me.”

“My life belongs to the Mortons. My enemy may be strong, but that doesn’t matter. I will not backdown.”

“Death does not scare me. If we must die here today, then I shall be the first to go. As long as I live, Iwill not allow anyone to hurt you.”

“I’m proud to be a member of the Morton Family. If there’s a next life, I’d like to join the family again.”

Then, the guards charged ahead like real men, ready to die in battle. They would not live in humiliation.The six families were a menace to this city, and they would do anything to get what they wanted.Thanks to that, they created the terror that was Minacia Oito.

On the other hand, the Mortons and Peralta Family were humble and did nothing out of line. Thepeople who worked for them had souls of courage and valor. They were vastly better people than thesix families.

“We’ll make this quick.”

The intruders grabbed the guards’ blades and snatched them away easily. Blood spurted into the air,and just like that, the guards’ heads were lopped off.

William and Sean screamed into the high heavens, tears streaming down their faces as their heartsbled with sorrow. These men were great fighters and their most loyal companions, and yet they couldonly watch as they were killed like dogs.

“It’s your turn now, misters.”

“Still going to get in our way even if it means you’ll die?”

Sean and William felt no fear, only hatred. If they could, they would’ve torn these intruders limb fromlimb.

The intruders scoffed and ignored their glares. Now, they wanted to tease them a little.

“Give up. You can’t even stand up. It’s not too late to move out of the way.”

“Yeah. That guy’s not even your family. No need to get yourselves killed for him.”

Even if Sean and William were to make way, they would still die. The intruders’ job was to kill everyonein this estate.

“Shut it and get this over with.”

The lads would not make way for the intruders. Their sworn brother was right inside. Even their guardswould lay down their lives because they had received help in the past. If they were to move away, theycould never face their guards in the afterlife. They would rather die than live in humiliation.

“Kill them!” the leader ordered and charged at William. He lashed his fist out at William’s face. If the hitwere to connect, he would die.

William couldn’t even lift a finger to stop it. All he could do was close his eyes in frustration. I’m sorry Icouldn’t keep my promise, Thomas. See you, Sean. Let’s meet again in the afterlife.

A loud bang rumbled the air. William could feel the winds howling around him as the fist inched evercloser, but the pain never came. What? So, death doesn’t hurt? Confused, William opened his eyes.What he saw was the intruders’ leader. His eyes were wide with disbelief and anguish, and a hole thesize of an index finger was bored through his forehead, blood and brains trickling down his face.

The man fell with a sickening thud, stirring up a cloud of dust.

“Boss!”

“It’s an ambush!”

“A gun! The b*stard used a gun!”

“You’re not the only one with guns, you b*stard!”

The remaining intruders were indignant. Guns were a badge of shame in the eyes of martial artists,especially if a fighter were to use one in a fair battle. Even if they were to win, they would be nothingbut a laughingstock to everyone.

The intruders couldn’t care less. Their boss had just dropped dead, so to hell with the rules. One of theintruders whipped out his gun and pointed it at the villa. He had no idea where the marksman washiding, but he could see that the shot was fired from within the villa.

Another gunshot pierced the air, and blood spilled. Everyone looked in the direction of the bang, andthey were shocked by what they saw.

The bullet destroyed the hand of the man who whipped his gun out. The hand fell to the ground, thefinger on the trigger still twitching a little. That wasn’t all. What shocked everyone was the hole on theman’s chest. Blood spilled down his shirt, and just like his boss, he fell with a thud, his last breathleaving his body.

With a single bullet, the marksman blew off the intruder’s hand and bored a hole through his heart. Thegunslinging skill was almost inhuman. The marksman would have to predict how his bullet would travelin the air and fire off that exact shot to pierce through two spots at once. It was remarkable.

The remaining intruders stopped moving. They held their breaths and looked at the villa, fearing thatthe next bullet would kill them next.

A loud and majestic voice announced, “Tell your masters their days are numbered.” The voice soundedalmost divine, as if a god was telling them he would kill their masters soon.

“Now scram.”

Beads of sweat covered the remaining intruders’ foreheads, and they quickly ran off.

Sean and William heaved a long sigh of relief. No longer having the strength to hold themselves up,they plopped down. They felt excited. Thomas just ordered the intruders to tell their masters about theirdeath warrants. The day Thomas came out of training would be the day the intruders’ masters died.When that moment came, they could avenge their guards’ deaths.