Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 922

Alas, the guards of Tourmaline Estate did not fare as well as Jay Ares.

By the hands of the Doomsday Organization, broken necks, dismembered limbs, and separated torsos splayed all over the place... it was a gruesome sight.

Right at that moment, a special bat-like aircraft landed and a man in a white-hooded cloak descended from it.

The Spiriter immediately approached to report. "The radar has shown a total of 1780 deaths within Tourmaline Estate, Young Master, out of a total of 1990 mortality cards."

"There are still 206 of them left inside. Get rid of them."

As usual, the young master gave a curt order. "Find me the identities of the dead."

Jay's heart chilled. There should be 210 people left. Considering 1780 out of 1990 members of the Tourmaline Estate had died, who were the four members left?

"Cole Yorks!" Jay suddenly yelled.

"You can't hide from me!"

The man in the white cloak and white fox-shaped mask walked over.

"Being too intelligent is a sin, Jay Ares. Would you like to know the price to pay?"

Despite the voice changer, Jay could ascertain from his tone and intonation that this was indeed Cole Yorks.

For Angeline and their kids, as well as to fulfill his own selfish desires, Jay decided to lie to Cole.

"The Ares family is humiliated by the fact that your Aunt Chloe seduced my uncle and gave birth to Angeline. The Ares family is a virtuous name and we'll never recognize such merciless evildoers like you as part of our family."

"What did you say?" Cole had always held himself as an emotionless robot whenever he went on missions.

Yet he found himself pushed to despairing limits by Jay's words.

All because of the words 'Angeline is Aunt Chloe's daughter'.

"You're lying!" Cole roared.

Jay snorted. "Hmph. You could always just take Zetty's hair for a DNA test if you don't believe me."

Jay threw him a small clothed pouch.

Cole caught it.

Jay laid his reversed psychology on thick. "You want to know why I've suddenly stopped loving Angeline? It's because her veins bleed the shameful blood of you

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Cole raged. "You'll wish you were dead when I'm done with you, Jay Ares."

Shaking with anger, he pointed a finger at Jay. "What are the rest of you waiting for? Get the weapons if you can't beat him in a fistfight."

A prideful smirk swam in Jay's eyes.

Multiple large bats took off and began to drop countless new biochemical bombs at Jay. Flames burst upon impact and the fire began to spread quickly, turning the area into a sea of burning flames. Meanwhile, Jay whizzed through the fire.

At the same time, the guards threw off their armor as well to reveal the same white shirt Jay was wearing underneath, their physique resembling Jay's. Like soldiers on suicide missions, they ran toward Jay as decoys.

It dawned on Jay that this was Grandfather's final plan.

At the same time, the guards began throwing smoke bombs that they had already prepared. Black smoke engulfed the estate.

"Quick, Master Jay. Get in the tank."

They shielded Jay as he got inside.

By the time the smoke vanished, Tourmaline Estate became crowded with hundreds of the same tank,

driven by men who looked the same.

Staring at the soldiers who rushed into danger for him, Jay finally understood. Grandfather's guards had dispersed long ago, leaving only elites to aid him as he escaped.

"Thank you, Grandfather." An evil smirk graced the corner of Jay's lips.