Chapter 7 Why Need A Coffin

• In No. 1 Villa at Scenic Court, an elated young man with a pale face announced, “Dad, my kidney match has been found. I've located a woman named Winona. Her kidney is a perfect match for me. I've already sent people to find her. Once we have her kidney, it can be transplanted into me and I'll be fine.”
• He was Kyle, the son of Newt. He was suffering from kidney disease and urgently needed a transplant.
• “Excellent!” Newt chuckled, hands clasped behind his back.
• The fact that his son could get a kidney transplant was what truly made him the happiest.
• After all, it was his son who had to take over the vast family business.
• “Congratulations, Mr. Kyle! Congratulations, Mr. Newt!” Everyone present began to offer their congratulations.
• At this moment, a man with a bruised and swollen face stumbled in, panting, “Mr. Newt, Mr. Kyle, about the matter of the kidney... Today, we went to capture someone from Winona's residence, but a kid messed things up. We didn't manage to catch anyone.”
• “What? You can't even catch a single woman. You're worthless!” With a fierce kick, Kyle pulled out his phone and dialed Zavier's number, spewing out insults, “Zavier, you idiot. Didn't you sell your freakish daughter's kidney to me? What, having second thoughts now? Believe me, I can have my dad cut off your hand!”
• “Mr. Kyle, I... I dare not!” On the phone, Zavier was scared out of his wits.
• Kyle was livid, abruptly ending the call with a sharp click. Raising his head, he let out a sickly, animalistic roar. “I need her kidney. Go, send more men. We must capture Winona, regardless of whether she's alive or dead. All I need is her kidney!”
• Watching his son's frantic behavior, Newt scowled. “What's the story behind this troublesome lad?”
• The person's voice trembled as they said, “He's called Franklin. I never heard of him in our circles. Don't know where this upstart came from, but he's got some serious skills...”
• “Is that it?” With a disdainful chuckle, Newt gave an order, “Send more men, and bring him here right now, along with Winona!”
• “Yeah! I'm going to take both their kidneys...” Kyle declared coldly.
• However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Kyle's arrogant expression abruptly froze, revealing a look of disbelief.
• Everyone present was staring blankly at the entrance of the hall.
• Suddenly, a bloody orb rolled into the grand hall, much like a soccer ball.
• It was the head of the person who guarded the gate outside!
• Subsequently, an indifferent voice echoed. “No need to search. I'm already here!”
• Everyone looked up and saw a young man standing with his hands behind his back. His gaze was as somber as a still pool of water, and an ominous aura seemed to swirl around him.
• It was indeed Franklin.
• “Who are you? You dare to cause trouble in my house and even kill my people?” Newt asked, his face stern.
• The esteemed Newt was naturally unfazed by the bloody head at his feet. He remained calm, his gaze fixed intently on Franklin.
• “I'm the one who's come to claim the lives of your entire family!” Franklin's face was as cold as ice.
• He walked forward, step by step, looking at everyone present as if he were staring at the dead.
• “Mr. Newt, Mr. Kyle, he is the troublemaker,” said the thug group leader.
• “D*mn it, perfect timing. Weren't you protecting Winona? Now, I'll have my father strip Winona naked and throw her onto the street, exposing her ugliness to everyone!” Upon hearing that it was Franklin who hindered his kidney transplant, Kyle scowled with a twisted expression.
• Newt also teased with a wild laugh, “If you're planning to take the lives of my entire family, you should have brought a dozen or so coffins with you.”
• After laughing, the Newt abruptly slammed on the table and coldly ordered, “Someone, take him down for me!”
• In an instant, everyone in the room rose to their feet, pulling out their knives and clubs, ready to engage in a fight.
• Franklin acted as if he hadn't noticed, speaking to himself, “You'll be reduced to ashes. Why would I need a coffin to erase you?”
• Saying that, Franklin abruptly flicked his wrist, a flash of silver light darting from his hand.
• Thump... Thump...
• Everyone present didn't even have the chance to let out a scream. A hint of crimson seeped across their brows. It began as a mere speck, but gradually expanded, ultimately forming a streak of blood.
• To everyone's shock, silver needles pierced through the center of their eyebrows, penetrating their skulls.
• Inside the hall, blood had suddenly splattered everywhere.
• “So, it's my wife's kidney you're after? I think you won't need a kidney transplant anymore. I'll send you on your way right now.” Franklin crossed through the lines of blood, seizing Kyle's throat in one swift move.
• “What... What are you doing?” Kyle's body shuddered.
• What greeted him was the sensation of being hoisted into the air before being ruthlessly slammed to the ground by Franklin.
• With a single stomp from Franklin, Kyle violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The color in his eyes visibly faded at a noticeable speed. In the end, his head tilted to the side, and he shockingly drew his last breath right on the spot.
• Everything happened so quickly. By the time Newt had a chance to react, he found himself standing alone in the grand hall. All he could see was the horrifying scene of his son's tragic death.
• “You will die!” Newt's eyes were reddened, his whole body trembling. Suddenly, he pulled out a gun from his embrace. The dark muzzle was pointed straight at Franklin.
• Bang!
• The next moment, a gunshot echoed, followed by a chilling scream of agony.
• Suddenly, Newt's wrist burst open, revealing the crimson bone spur exposed to the air.
• “My hand!” Newt simply couldn't believe it.
• The moment he fired his gun, Franklin merely flicked his hand, and inexplicably, his gun backfired. It exploded, severing his wrist in the process.
• In reality, this was nothing more than a silver needle casually tossed by Franklin. It had lodged itself in the barrel of the gun, causing the firearm to backfire. It was merely a simple trick.
• “Kid, who are you really?” Newt, despite the intense pain, stared intently at Franklin.
• Franklin seemed as if he hadn't done anything, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He spoke in a calm tone. “Six years ago, the Callier family was decimated by a mysterious fire. You should know who I am. Today, I've come to settle a score!”
• Newt jolted sharply, disbelief evident in his voice, “You're the remnant of the Callier family... Impossible... They were supposed to have been completely eradicated...”
• Back then, he was certain they didn't spare a single person.
• When Newt came back to his senses, his face was a kaleidoscope of emotions. He fell to his knees with a thud, pleading in a broken voice, “Reprisal for a wrong should be directed at the perpetrator. You've already killed my son. Please spare me. I'm nothing but a dog!”
• “Spare you?” Observing Newt groveling like a dog, Franklin remarked with a sneer, “Back then, did you ever show any mercy? Did you ever consider sparing my family? Did you ever give us a chance to beg for our lives? You annihilated us without any reason or grudge. All I'm doing is seeking revenge for the wrongs done to us, returning it tenfold!”
• As he spoke, Franklin slowly raised his hand.
• Newt's eyes widened in terror. No longer caring about anything else, he scrambled to his feet and bolted away in a mad dash!
• “Die without worries. There will be plenty of people to accompany you in the future!” Franklin was neither sad nor happy.
• With a gentle flick of his hand, a silver needle had silently pierced through the back of Newt's head, exiting from his forehead. It left a long trail of blood suspended in mid-air...
• The entire hall fell into a profound silence.
• Beneath the glow of the glass lamp, the ground was awash with fresh blood. Franklin stood with his hands behind his back, appearing as if a demon god had descended upon the world. It seemed as though he had merely crushed a few ants underfoot.
• By the time Franklin stepped out of No. 1 Villa, the towering flames had already engulfed the place.
• Watching the roaring flames, Franklin's face was impassive as he saw the character “Callier” written in blood on the ground. He murmured softly, “Dad, Mom, sisters, are you watching? This is just the beginning!”
• After he finished speaking, he vanished into the night.
• His first interest payment led to the annihilation of Newt's family and it shook the city.