King s Awakening

10 Chapter 10: Death is also a kind of luxury!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Sherry Jones knelt on the ground, begging in despair.

White Mitchell’s heart ached as if pierced by ten thousand needles, anchored deep into his heart, refusing to relent.

That year when he was ten, his life hung by a thread due to a sudden family disaster. If not for Sherry Jones, who happened to come across him, he would’ve ended up just a pile of bones.

He loved her. Although he never professed his affection, deep down in his heart, he had committed to the young girl who saved his life that fateful year; he had decided then that she would be his wife.

But fate had other plans. He mistakenly hurt another girl and got engaged to her. Although he found out later it was all a manipulative plot by the other party.

By the time he realized, it was too late—he had already hurt Sherry Jones.

Overwhelmed with guilt, White Mitchell pulled her to her feet, holding her tight in his arms.

“Leave, go away, it’s dangerous here. Why are you so foolish to come back? Why…”

Sherry’s heartbreaking cries left White Mitchell’s emotions in turmoil, unsettling him to the point that he couldn’t regain his calm.

At that moment, Beryl Mill, who had been trailing behind White Mitchell, rushed to the scene.

“Miss Mill, I’ll need you to take Sherry away.” On seeing Beryl arrive, White Mitchell silently released Sherry and spoke.

Beryl nodded blankly, her world upended.

He cleared the way through the city, executed Diego without a second thought, and treated the mighty Sabir Family with utter disdain.

If this man wasn’t insane, he must possess unimaginable powers that ordinary people couldn’t fathom.

Clearly, White Mitchell was the latter!

“I won’t leave, my mother… she’s still in their hands.” Sherry Jones struggled to her feet.

“I’ve rescued your mother. She’s at the hospital receiving treatment. If you don’t trust me, Miss Shen can take you there,” White Mitchell assured her.

Although Sherry was taken aback, she stubbornly refused to leave, still worried about White Mitchell’s safety.

With no other option, White Mitchell had to knock her unconscious.

“Miss Mill, I entrust Sherry to you — you must ensure her safety at all costs. This is my number, call me anytime you need anything.”

As Beryl took the piece of paper with the number, she still hadn’t snapped out of her shock. Little did she know the significance that this number would hold for her.

“What do you plan to do with him?” Beryl took a deep breath, trying to force herself to calm down: “This is the Sabir Family’s territory. Their people will be here soon. It’s best if you leave now, as Sherry suggested.”

“I’ll handle the rest. As for him…” White Mitchell paused, glancing at Diego, a chilly glint flickering in his eyes: “He tortured my mother-in-law for three days. I’ll pay him back in kind.”

Avenge a blood feud with blood!

This was White Mitchell’s iron rule, which he had also established as a rule for his White War Department.

Seeing that glint of cold in White Mitchell’s gaze, Beryl shuddered. She felt as if she had plunged into an ice cave; the chill seeping into her bones in an instant.

White Mitchell gave Beryl the hospital’s address, instructing her to take Sherry there, to meet up with his mother-in-law.

After handling all these affairs, White Mitchell now turned toward Diego.

Diego felt like his body was near crumbling into a disjointed mess, but the madman before him didn’t seem to have any intention of sparing him.

“What…what do you want? My…my father is Kingston. If you dare kill me, my father won’t let you off… the Sabir family won’t let you off…”

Diego began shivering uncontrollably, his trembling hands propping his body off the ground as he slowly backed away.

He was terrified and genuinely so.

To someone who had nothing to lose, the barefoot were never a match to those wearing shoes. What Diego feared most was coming face to face with someone as ruthless.

“I…I can give you money, lots of money. A hundred thousand, a million, ten million…”

“Killing me would get you nowhere, you might as well take the money and enjoy your life. I promise, there won’t be any repercussions…”

“Big brother… spare me. If you kill me, my father won’t spare Sherry, if you spare me, we can forget all about this… Ah…”

White Mitchell stomped on Diego’s fingers. With an explosive crunch, Diego’s fingers erupted into a mixture of bone fragments and crushed flesh.

“Kill you?” White Mitchell’s eyes flashed with icy cold intent: “Soon, you’ll realize that even death is a luxury.”

“Ah Ah Ah!!! Bastard! I will kill you, kill you!!!”

Diego’s wails resonated through the entire villa, echoing like the squeals of a pig being slaughtered.

A bodyguard playing dead on the ground tried to sneak away. Unbeknown to him, White Mitchell watched his every move.

However, White Mitchell ignored him. If the Sabir family chose not to intervene, so be it. But if they dared rescue their own, he would make them pay the price for it!

…

Before long, news of Diego’s torment reached the ears of the Sabirs.

“Second Master, there’s trouble! Young Master Jun Hong has been kidnapped!”

Wham!

The first to get the news was Luis’s second uncle, Atlas.

This man was the second-in-command in the Sabir family, his status only next to Kingston. In terms of ruthlessness, he was only slightly behind Kingston.

Even in recent years, since Kingston had been laying low, on the River North turf, when it comes to cold-heartedness and ruthlessness, Atlas was undoubtedly the number one.

“Fuck! Daring to touch my Sabir family people on my turf? Looking for death!”

In all of River North, Atlas never feared anyone, even the former King of River North, Vincent Mill, he had never considered him a threat.

Immediately, Atlas took over a hundred men, drove straight to Jun Hong’s villa.

On the way, Atlas also found out about White Mitchell’s background, an adopted son of the Mitchell family, a reformed criminal.

“A worthless prisoner dares to mess with our Sabir family? It seems like some people have forgotten us, good, very good, extremely good!”

Atlas’s face showed ruthless determination, emanating a strong murderous atmosphere.

One who has never seen blood will not have such an aura.

The aura around Atlas at this moment, seemed to drop the surrounding temperature, it was clear that there was a heavy blood debt on his hands.

Not long after, Kingston came with his men, they appeared in front of Jun Hong’s villa. At this moment, White Mitchell was waiting for them in the villa courtyard with a beaten-up Luis.

“The Sabir family, you’ve come too slow, weaker than I thought.”

White Mitchell stomped on a finger, at that moment, Luis’s left hand was completely wasted.

“Attack! Beat him to death!” The icy glint in Atlas’s eye commanded impassively.

The next moment, the hundred or so people crowded together, immediately blocking the villa’s gate, surrounding White Mitchell.

Atlas stood at the back, lit a cigarette.

As White Mitchell took a step forward, a huge machete was swung straight at his face.

Without saying a word, he dodged sideways, seized the opportunity to grab, and the machete fell into his hand.

Swish!

The savage blade, the savage wound, as if it wanted to split that person’s body apart.

They were ruthless, but White Mitchell was even more ruthless!

In the past, when War God was trapped in the North Desert, White Mitchell picked up the war blade and charged into a mercenary group of tens of thousands alone. He killed so many that corpses were strewn about and blood flowed like a river.

Now he was only facing a hundred people, who were not even at the same level as those blood-licking mercenaries.

In less than a few minutes, around seventy or eighty bodies fell behind White Mitchell.

It all happened so fast, White Mitchell was so fierce, that the cigarette in Atlas’s mouth hadn’t even had time to burn out.

This …

Fear was palpable, everyone unconsciously stepped back, no matter how much Atlas chastised, it didn’t stop them.

Atlas was enraged, his cannibalistic eyes fixed on White Mitchell

“It seems you’ve also seen blood, today, I, Atlas, admit defeat.”

“But! Don’t think it’s over just like that, the power of the Sabir family isn’t something a worthless prisoner like you can imagine!”

“You just wait! It’s only just begun, my Sabir family isn’t a place where you can come and go as you please, some people, you can’t afford to offend!”

Behind Atlas, only less than twenty people were left, who were looking at White Mitchell apprehensively, their fighting spirit completely gone.

White Mitchell stepped onto the beaten-up body of Luis, “You should consider yourself lucky, you are not this bastard’s father, if you were, you would have been a corpse by now.

Go tell Kingston, his son tortured my mother for three days, I will also torture his son for three days. After three days, let him prepare a nice coffin to collect his son’s body!

Of course, he can try to come and save him, no matter how many people come, I, White Mitchell, will take them all on!”

Facing White Mitchell’s dominance, Atlas’s face was contorted in frustration, and he threatened fiercely, “Good! You’ve got guts, kid! Just you wait!”

Then, Atlas left with his men, looking rather pitiful, White Mitchell did not stop them. If he wanted to, nobody would have been able to leave alive.

What he wanted to do was to eliminate the problem at its root and leave no room for future troubles!

Give them time to call for reinforcements, the more, the better. White Mitchell wanted to see if the Sabir family in River North could indeed reign supreme!

Meanwhile, the commotion here had alarmed the neighbors, and someone promptly reported the incident to the police…