Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 332: The Death of Angus

"Angus Tarleno, former Deputy Minister of Industry, once led the construction of the North District Industrial Park. During the construction process, he excessively exploited the indigenous people, violently driving them and causing many to become displaced. Moreover, there are records of him trading indigenous people from Moerma. His family also controls several slave trade routes to the Old Continent. He owns multiple factories under his name, exploiting them to the extreme for years. He can truly be called scum."

Of course.

He is also part of the Iron Blood King Faction.

In fact, his family was originally just a small family, but by doing tasks for those big shots in the Royalist Faction, licking their boots, they’ve come this far.

He is newly wealthy and has done too many guilty deeds, so he always keeps many gunmen around him daily.

In recent years, he’s even spent money and effort to get a true expert to protect himself.

A retired officer from the Kingdom’s Triad Dragon Army.

The Triad Dragon Army is the strongest armed force in the Kingdom, and its soldiers are elite among the elites, not to mention the officers.

This officer is of War God’s true name level five. If Angus hadn’t spent enough energy and money, and if this officer hadn’t encountered some trouble, he truly wouldn’t have served him.

Even some great families cannot afford to equip themselves with someone of true name level five. Most others just recruit or cultivate some true name level two or three agents.

Only old aristocratic families or the top ten surnames can recruit or cultivate such experts.

So Angus is always proud of this, and often flaunts this agent everywhere, like he’s showing off.

Today, he had the urge again and took people to inspect his factory in the North District.

His largest factory is a steel plant of decent scale that supplies the Klaus Company.

The Klaus family enterprise is vast, and it’s challenging for ordinary people to supply them. He got such a good deal because he gave Klaus enough benefits during the industrial boom back then.

He casually punished two indigenous people and ordered his subordinates to teach them a lesson, then turned to his plant supervisor and said, "Dock their pay. This month’s wages are gone."

The factory supervisor did not dare to say anything, just nodded.

Actually, the two people hadn’t made any mistakes; Angus just wanted to assert his authority. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He feels that indigenous people need to be beaten and scolded; otherwise, they won’t obey.

"It was better back in the day, just kill them directly, these lowlifes. In recent years, they’ve come up with this thing called human rights, the key issue being those big shots..."

Speaking of which, he couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh, his eyes filled with memories of the good old days.

"Forget it, it’s boring. Let’s go to the Port District; that’s the bustling place, much more interesting than here."

He turned to leave.

At that moment, the usually silent man beside him spoke.

"I don’t suggest you go. The situation is too chaotic now; Johnny Blackbird has appeared again. Who knows what he will do."

The man was a former officer of the Triad Dragon Army, Captain Gule.

With his credentials, he shouldn’t have ended up as a bodyguard.

But life is just like...

"What are you afraid of, Gule? Aren’t you here? I don’t believe Johnny Blackbird, no matter how formidable, could surpass you. I trust you."

Angus seemed exceptionally confident in Gule, entirely unafraid of any unexpected situations.

Gule just remained silent upon hearing this.

He understood the nature of this guy in front of him; he revels in this feeling.

Like keeping a treasured sword at home, he simply had to show it off to people.

Such a person is bound to die from it someday.

Without saying much more, he just paved the way ahead. Angus’ car was parked outside.

The hired gunmen closely followed his side, always ready to protect and start shooting.

From a general perspective, such protection could be considered impeccable; anyway, his enemies and those oppressed indigenous people were powerless against him.

"Rest assured, don’t worry too much. I’m just going to have a look and then head home. Even if there’s some Johnny Blackbird, he won’t land on my face. Besides, there’s so many big shots on the upper tiers."

Angus said reassuringly to Gule.

Then, he realized that the surrounding air seemed to have suddenly fallen silent.

It wasn’t an illusion; it was truly silent.

Everyone seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, utterly shocked.

Then he saw it too.

Johnny... Blackbird?

A man wearing a black bird-beak mask was standing in the distance, quietly gazing at them.

Even though Angus had never seen the so-called Johnny Blackbird, at that moment, he seemed to know that was Johnny Blackbird.

Before he could curse Gule as a jinx, he only shouted, "Get in the car! Get in the car!"

But it was too late.

It felt like a storm swept through.

Everyone was blown, unable to open their eyes.

And in the wind, there seemed to be a barrage of gunfire roaring.

Angus only felt a force, and he was shoved into the car.

Then, the wind seemed to stop.

Through the car window, he saw that the people outside were already dead. The elite gunmen he hired couldn’t withstand a single round of attack and were all lying on the ground.

Only one person was still standing, Gule.

Gule was indeed worthy of being a true name level five expert. It was probably him who pushed Angus into the car.

Luckily, Gule was there.

Angus felt relieved, not even in a rush to find someone to drive away or drive himself.

He wanted to watch Gule defeat the enemy, to see what this so-called Johnny Blackbird truly was.

If he really could capture Johnny Blackbird...

A new wave of thoughts surged in Angus’ mind, and even his dormant heart began to beat again.

Perhaps, this could be his ticket back into politics.

Johnny Blackbird was indeed a point of interest; just days ago, he was having afternoon tea discussing this matter...

The thoughts didn’t continue.

Because he heard a sound like the wind, piercing through his ear.

As if the sound had already reached.

He collapsed.

The car window shattered, and blood, along with other brain matter, splattered all over the car interior.

At this moment, Gule, who was fighting Johnny Blackbird, finally realized what happened. He looked towards the car, knowing it was too late.

Just as he was about to turn back and continue the fight with Johnny Blackbird, he found the opponent retreating swiftly.

"Your boss is dead; what more do you have to fight for?"

Gule clenched his teeth, wanting to pursue, but Johnny Blackbird suddenly threw something at him.

He dodged it.

A pitch-black bird’s beak was deeply embedded in the car hood.