Xayne Xavier, The Ironclad Protector

Chapter 16

"Hahaha! You're dead! Dead! Nobody in Shalholm is stronger than my family! These are all cold-blooded killers trained by my family! Even if dozens of people attack them together, they'd still kill them all! Xayne Xavier, you're a dead man! Let me go now!" Tristan laughed arrogantly as if he had seen a glimmer of hope.

Xayne's swept his cold eyes across the ten hitmen standing beside Andre.

Indeed, their eyes and presence were exuding an aura of a group of desperados who were competent. However, that was alone as far from enough to take Xayne down. To him, they were merely a bunch of gnats.

Not only him but the eight Dracarium Warriors that were standing with Xayne, completely disregarded them too.

"Xayne Xavier! Let my son go and get on your knees to face the wrath of my family!" Andre waved his sleeves and pointed his finger at Xayne as he shouted.

However, Xayne lifted the corner of his mouth coldly. Then, he slowly lifted his right leg and kicked Tristan to the bottom of Andre'