Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 489

Severin nodded and said, "I'll take care of the guards. They don't know me so I can just go up to them and neutralize them quickly."

He then smiled and walked toward the direction of the gate. As expected, the guards did not even have a chance to take a good look at his face before they were lying dead on the ground. All the members of Mus Hall came out of their hiding.

"Charge!" ordered Severin with a wave of his hand and they immediately stampeded into the headquarters.

Many of the gang members were killed as they were unprepared. The cacophony of the battle attracted the attention of the other gang members and they immediately rushed out of their bed chambers. However, they were instantly surrounded by Mick's men.

"Mick Wheatly, how dare you raid our headquarters in the middle of the night? You shameless b*stard must be tired of living!" said Tharan between gritted teeth while glaring at Mick.

There were around seven or eight hundred gang members stationed in the headquarters but the number was cut by half after the bloodshed. The remaining members were mostly made up of elites. Apart from the Tharan, there were also the elders and three grand-elders.

Tharan and the three grand-elders, especially, were powerful fighters. They were the main contributing factor for Blood-Drinker Gang successfully gaining a foothold in Riverson. In fact, they were even thinking about expanding their reach to Brookbourn.

"You must be Tharan Xerri," said Severin with a frosty smirk on his face. "I remember killing a few of your men when you decided to take down Draco Hall. You should've been grateful I decided to leave it at that and yet you dare to send your men to bother us again and again? Well, let me save you the trouble of looking for here I am!"

"You're Severin Feuillet?" Tharan was stunned but he quickly recognized Severin. He clenched his fist and said, "Good! I like your guts for coming here!"

"Mick, you traitor! You were tasked with killing Severin and instead, you led him here!" said one of the grand-elders.

"I'm a traitor? Haha! I was never one of you in the first place so how can you call me a traitor?" Mick retorted with a scoff.

"Pah! You think you can wipe us out with a sneak attack just because you have Severin and numbers on your side? Well, dream on! Your dirty little tricks won't work on us elites!" growled Tharan.

He balled his hand into a fist and the spiritual energy immediately burst forth. He was a level seven profound master alright. His aura said as much.

"Hmmph! You'll be the first to die!" exclaimed Severin.

He, too, balled up his hand into a fist with the only difference of not bothering to activate his spiritual energy. Instead, he went for a direct attack.

"What!"

Severin appeared before Tharan in a blink of an eye. The speed alone nearly made Tharan pee in his pants.