CHAPTER 408: CHAPTER 210 THE GLORY OF THE KNIGHT CLAN IS INSIGNIFICANT_2

"Young Master, we are here!"

Upon hearing this voice, Brooklyn truly cried out. He followed the direction of the sound and saw five youthful figures dressed in black suits, with gold badges on their chests, running toward him.

These gold badges came from ancient inheritance; these five people were none other than the Knight Guard from Brooklyn’s family.

These people were all descendants of medieval knights from the Brooklyn Clan, meaning they were the true foundational strength of the Brooklyn Clan, each capable of handling ten opponents.

Although these five arrived relatively late, in Brooklyn’s eyes, the current situation meant he could preserve his life, and that was already pretty good.

"If you had killed me directly just now, maybe you could have avenged your friend."

There was a relaxed expression on Brooklyn’s face again; even with his arms rendered useless, Brooklyn didn’t feel any sorrow because he knew that with the appearance of these five, the humiliation he had suffered would be repaid ten, hundred, even thousandfold.

"These people have different strengths."

Gale and the others were truly experts. When the Knight Guard from Brooklyn’s family appeared, they immediately sensed that these people were significantly different from the previous bodyguards.

"But no matter what, unless the boss orders us to act, we should not act recklessly."

Suddenly, Rain, who had remained silent, spoke up.

Although they had not interacted with Lin Beichen for long, they had already understood Lin Beichen’s character, totally a person who meant what he said.

If they were to rush up now and try to help, Lin Beichen would not only not appreciate it, but would also throw them out together.

"You’re right, it’s better to watch from the sidelines."

Gale and the others exchanged a glance and nodded knowingly. Their current task was to isolate ordinary people from Lin Beichen. After all, no matter how much Lin Beichen hated Brooklyn or Atlantis, he wouldn’t harm innocent civilians.

The leader of the Knight Guard was of squad leader rank and named Raul. Raul and Brooklyn were childhood friends and Raul was Brooklyn’s most trusted person.

Seeing his brother harmed by these Dragon Countrymen, Raul’s face showed a trace of anger. However, Raul did not immediately attack Lin Beichen, as his priority was Brooklyn’s safety.

When Raul’s arm touched Brooklyn’s arm, he felt like he was grabbing not a human arm but rather a limp sponge.

Raul looked at Brooklyn in disbelief, but seeing Brooklyn’s pale face nod in confirmation, Raul’s anger was finally triggered.

"Take the Young Master home immediately."

Raul turned around and ordered his team members.

Upon hearing their squad leader’s orders, the other four quickly ran over, but just as they took their first steps, they felt a black figure flashing before their eyes.

The next second, severe pain hit their stomachs, and all four curled up on the ground, groaning continually, resembling four cooked prawns.

"I think you didn’t hear me clearly. No one is taking him anywhere today."

Lin Beichen’s face held an unusual expression directed at Raul, speaking each word clearly.

"Of course, if he becomes a corpse, that’s a different matter."

"Unexpectedly, your strength is quite formidable."

Lin Beichen’s swift defeat of four Knight descendants shocked Raul.

Even if Raul himself had acted, even when the four were unprepared, he believed he couldn’t achieve such clean and swift results as Lin Beichen.

"No wonder he managed to injure Brooklyn this way."

Upon rushing in, worried about Brooklyn’s safety, Raul hadn’t inspected the surroundings.

Calming down now, he saw Brooklyn’s security personnel lying on the ground, their deaths grim and clearly not caused by conventional means.

"Did he defeat all these people single-handedly?"

Raul whispered, his voice low enough only Brooklyn could hear.

Brooklyn nodded. Although he had guessed the answer, getting confirmation still surprised Raul slightly.

"So you’re prepared to die, aren’t you?"

As Lin Beichen spoke, Gold Attributes surrounded his body, enhancing his strength to its maximum, while Wood Attributes followed, ready for healing at any moment. Water Elements concentrated at his feet, and Electric and Fire Elements gathered in his hands.

"To properly stimulate Young Master Brooklyn, I intend to kill you using my strongest technique."

Brooklyn’s body instinctively trembled upon hearing Lin Beichen’s words, remembering vividly how Lin Beichen had instantaneously killed the four Knight Guard descendants. Brooklyn truly worried his childhood companion might not be Lin Beichen’s match.

"Hope your strength matches your tough talk!"

Raul charged toward Lin Beichen at high speed, the explosion-like sound resonating throughout the airport.

Uncertain how long it had been, Brooklyn’s parents waited anxiously at the family manor, having made countless calls without any response.

"Should we send out more men to search? It’s been so long, could something have happened?"

Brooklyn’s mother, eyes red from crying, voiced her concern. Regardless of race or location, maternal love remained unchanged and undifferentiated.

Just as Brooklyn’s father was about to send more people out, the butler hurriedly approached them.

"Master, someone just knocked on the door, I’ve sent someone to open it; it should be the Young Master returned."

Upon hearing the butler’s words, Brooklyn’s parents rushed outside, but upon reaching the door, they only saw a black box placed at the entrance.

"Didn’t you say the Young Master was back? Where is he?"

Brooklyn’s father slapped the butler’s face. On any other day, no matter what the butler did, Brooklyn’s father wouldn’t react this way.

This time, his worry for his son made Brooklyn’s father lose the composure expected of the family’s leader.

"Maybe it’s a gift from the Young Master?"

Hearing the butler’s suggestion, Brooklyn’s mother smiled faintly.

Despite Brooklyn being a notorious troublemaker outside, he remained filial to his parents, always bringing gifts when he returned.

Brooklyn’s mother, driven by hope for her son’s safety, clung to his arm, smiling.

"I remember last year on your birthday, he jumped out from a gift box, don’t you remember?"

Listening to his wife’s words, Brooklyn’s father nodded, understanding her sentiment.

"So let’s open this box personally and see if the rascal will pull the same trick again."

Brooklyn’s father reached out to open the box’s lid slowly, and the entire Brook Clan froze in place.

Brooklyn’s hands and feet were twisted together in a bizarre manner. Though still alive, Brooklyn showed little difference from a corpse.