"My name is Marcus Donovan, and today I will be taking all your lives!"
Smiling at Christian, Marcus gazed at the old man up and down, his eyes glowing with pure joy.
"Also, don’t worry about the outside security."
"Not only are they all dead, but everyone here is surrounded by my men!"
"Nothing and no one is saving you!"
"Haahah!"
Laughing with joy, as he gazed at the social elites one by one in the room, his emotions seemed to rise.
Feelings of joy, ecstasy and a hint of perversion rushed through Marcus’s spine.
Today he was about to enact justice for the heavens and achieve his goals.
"Young man, I don’t know who you are, or what your goal is, but do you really want to be an enemy of the Smith family?"
"If you agree to drop the weapons and surrender, I can promise you a lighter punishment."
"If not, you leave this old man no choice."
Staring calmly at the young man in front of him, Christian didn’t have an ounce of fear in his eyes, unlike the surrounding guests.
Compared to Elon and the others who desperately hid their heads under the table in fright, only he and Alfred remained calm at the scene.
"Haha, as expected of the legendary Christian Smith, however you’re making one grave mistake."
"It isn’t you who makes the threats here!"
"It’s me!"
’Boom!’
Stepping his left foot on the ground, the floor began to split under his immense strength.
A scene which left everyone stunned.
Even Christian, who had always been stoic, couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow with a hint of surprise.
’Amazing, is this kid really human? Guess I can still experience new things in my old age.’
Muttering inwardly, after a few seconds of surprise, he remained calm as ever.
As the head of the Smith family, even if he was dead now, he had to at least die with dignity.
Thinking of this, he slightly tapped the corner of his phone in his pocket, hinting for Alfred to warn his grandkids not to come.
"Alright Kid, it seems you made your suggestion; however, before you meet your end."
"Could you tell this old man why you suddenly launched this attack?"
"And that strength of yours, how is it possible?" he asked, his wrinkled face still as calm as ever.
"How did I get my power! Haha, it’s not like it’s a secret; since you’re going to die, I’ll do you all a favour and let you know how lucky you are!"
"I am a chosen one, chosen by God to eliminate all evils on earth, this power within me is the divine power from God."
"And my first mission is to eliminate all you wealthy cancers in the world who prey on the regular people."
"Go in peace knowing you were judged by the messenger of a god himself!"
Raising up his hand, Marcus prepared to give the order for his men to fire.
However, just before he could say anything, a sudden voice came from the hole in the wall he had just walked through.
"Did this idiot just say, God?"
"Sister, it turns out the leader of that group of people we dealt with is a religious nutjob."
Walking into the room, Ethan, who was covered in blood, dragged five corpses of men in all-black camouflage as he walked into the birthday room.
"Happy birthday, Grandpa!"
"Haha, I don’t know if you mind if I decorate this place with a few corpses."
Smiling at his grandpa, who was still sitting in his chair as he prepared for death, Ethan waved his hands with a smile, completely ignoring Marcus and his group.
..............
[Dragon Country, Emerald City]
[Smith Family Mansion]
Five minutes ago, Ethan and Elena had just arrived to the mansion along with a text that made both of them frown.
Run! Invaders!
Reading this text and seeing the familiar sender being Alfred, they both knew it wasn’t spam.
"Hey sister, in this text, who do you think is dumb enough to attack us?"
Ethan asked with a hint of confusion on his face.
In his past life, nothing like this happened; if he remembered correctly, the biggest news was on some fat dude named Elon Tusk who brought a backflipping robot.
Where the hell did an invasion come from?
’Could this be the legendary butterfly effect?’
’But haven’t even been reborn for a full day, plus I’ve spent the whole time locked in my room.’
’Where did this invader come from? And for Alfred to send this text, it means grandpa is in trouble.’
As his thoughts went wild, unknowingly, his mana circle, as if in resonance with him, seemed to rapidly spin, causing the surrounding mana to agitate.
However, to Elena beside him, she only felt like today was particularly windy.
"I don’t know, brother, but whoever it is, they don’t know who they’re messing with."
Clenching her fists together, she opened a compartment in her car, pulling out a pair of handguns and a black belt, which she tied around her head.
"Brother, you hide; I’ll deal with them myself."
As she spoke, she got ready to storm into the house alone; the only things on her were a black belt and two handguns in each hand.
’Tch... is she an idiot?’
’Never mind, I just remembered: not only is this idiot sister of mine violent for no reason, but she had an unreasonable level of fighting intent.’
’She doesn’t care if she dies as long as she gets a good battle.’
’And to her, what better battle than defeating a group of terrorists herself?’
Looking at Elena, who was breathing heavily beside him, Ethan knew his thoughts were correct.
This idiot sister of his was probably only thinking of fighting.
"Hey Elena, first off, do you plan to go in and die before saving anyone?"
"And second, even if I wanted to hide, there’s no way."
"Look around, we’re surrounded."
Sighing slightly, Ethan pointed towards the side of the car.
It turns out that at some point their car had been noticed, and they were currently surrounded by twenty armed gunmen.