Chapter 9 Actions Speak Louder Than Words

• An hour later.
• Several military trucks arrived one by one at the gate of Benson's mansion, each carrying high-quality sandalwood coffins.
• Sixty soldiers, armed with ammunition, swiftly disembarked from the trucks and formed two rows.
• "Mr. Benson, something bad has happened!"
• A servant exclaimed in fear; he had wetted his pants, running and stumbling along the way.
• "Why are you panicking? Watch your manners."
• Inside the ample and bright hall, the family head of the Bensons, Shaun Benson, was in a meeting with key members of the family when he heard the servant's frantic cries, as if he had seen a ghost.
• "Coffins! There are many coffins at our doorstep," the servant exclaimed, his face pallid.
• "Coffins?" Shaun's anger flared. He leaped from his seat and remarked, "Let's see, who dares to stir up trouble with my family?"
• "Let's go see for ourselves.
• "Summon all the guards," he ordered.
• The members of the Bensons were fuming with rage. Although their family was not exactly prestigious locally, they did have some background and status.
• In broad daylight, someone had the nerve to deliver coffins right to their doorstep. If word got out, it would be utterly embarrassing.
• Soon, Shaun led several family members and a few bodyguards briskly towards the front gate.
• Military trucks.
• Soldiers that were fully armed.
• The initially enraged Bensons were no longer angry when they saw the scene. They were swallowing hard. These were armed soldiers—how could anyone stand up to that?
• What's going on here?
• One by one, they looked at each other in confusion. There were no disagreements with a military officer.
• Could there be a mistake?
• Shaun's expression quickly changed. He coughed a little and put on a forced smile. He approached a man who appeared to be the soldier in charge and cautiously asked, "Excuse me. What's these coffins for?"
• "This is the Bensons' residence?" The officer asked.
• "Yes, yes, it's the Bensons," Shaun answered cautiously.
• There was an intimidating aura emanating from these soldiers.
• Particularly the chilling look in their eyes. These soldiers had gone to the battlefield before.
• "If these are the Benson's residences, then we are in the right place. We are following orders," the officer declared. "Those irrelavants should move to the side."
• Irrelavant individual?
• Shaun's face darkened, and so did the faces of the rest. This was his turf, after all.
• What's with these soldiers bringing coffins to their doorstep?
• They were also acting so smug.
• "You've been warned once," the officer roared as Shaun still stood on the same spot.
• Instantly, all the soldiers readied their weapons.
• "Don't do anything impulsive!" Shaun's face turned pale with fear, as the sight was truly terrifying.
• He quickly stepped back a few steps, returning to the entrance with his forehead beaded with cold sweat.
• These were not ordinary soldiers.
• Their presence, their demeanor—they would go through with their words and kill him.
• The Bensons were business people, known in business circles, but they had no connections with the military.
• "Salute!"
• That officer exclaimed again.
• A jeep started to approach them.
• Once the Jeep came to a stop, a man with a commanding presence exuded a terrifying momentum and exited the vehicle. That man immediately opened the car door.
• Immediately after, a seemingly ordinary young man descended on the car.
• It was Maxwell.
• "Hmm, not bad. You are quite efficient."
• Maxwell cast a glance at those coffins in the truck and let out a menacing smile.
• "Are all the members of the Bensons present?" Maxwell asked.
• "Most of them are here. Few are away from business trips, but the majority are present," John replied.
• Maxwell nodded and headed toward Shaun.
• "Greetings, officer," said Shaun. After this young man approached him, Shaun felt the temperature around him had turned colder. He was freezing, as his body was trembling.
• Who was this young man, and what was his grudge with his family?
• Why did he wear a glove on one hand and not the other?
• "You must be Shaun Benson."
• Maxwella asked several questions.
• He had thoroughly researched the family background. It was a small family that owned several supermarkets in the city, along with a dozen entertainment venues. Additionally, they had investments in real estate and catering businesses.
• "Excuse me, do we know each other?"
• Shaun asked cautiously as he served Maxwell. He swore this was their first time meeting each other.
• "Well, we do now."
• Maxwell had an indifferent gaze and instructed, "Soldiers, bring down all the coffins and open them."
• "Yes, sir," came the immediate response.
• They carried all the coffins off the train.
• There were fifteen coffins in total.
• "Except for the bodyguards, all members of the Bensons, please go inside," Maxwell stated coldly.
• The Bensons exhaled a breath of cold air.
• This man was going to lock them in their coffins.
• Confused and shocked, the Bensons felt, at the very least, they needed to understand the reason behind this drastic action.
• This officer was too domineering.
• "Sir, this ... this ..." Shaun felt a shiver run down his spine. He asked, "What is happening? Can you tell me?"
• Maxwell extended his hand.
• John promptly handed over the gun.
• Shaun climbed directly into the coffin with a swift motion.
• The rest of the Bensons exchanged worried glances before following suit, feeling a sense of dread as they climbed into the coffins.
• The Bensons's bodyguards nervously swallowed, realizing that the young man in front of them was truly ruthless.