Chapter 4: No One Spared!

Besieged by about a hundred people, Quentin remained unfazed.

He turned to look at Eileen, "Eileen, have our men arrived?"

Dealing with these thugs wasn't worth dirtying his own hands.

"They're almost here," Eileen replied.

The supervisor sneered, "You called for help? Quite impressive. I'd love to see how many people you can bring."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure stumbled in from outside, fear written all over his face as he knelt on the ground. "Sir, it's bad news, people are coming from outside!"

"What's there to be afraid of? How many people can this guy bring?"

The man trembled, stammering as he raised a finger, "O... one..."

"One?" The supervisor's tone dripped with sarcasm.

The man shook his head frantically.

"Ten?"

Again, the man shook his head, his eyes filled with deepening fear.

"A hundred?"

"Perhaps... ten thousand!!" he finally blurted out.

"The entire auction site is surrounded!" The supervisor shuddered.

The deafening gunshots reverberated suddenly from the outside, reaching everyone's ears.

The ground trembled slightly.

The steady, heavy footsteps approached, sounding like a drumbeat, growing denser and nearer...

"What's going on?" Every person present paled.

Then, a group of stone-cold soldiers rushed in!

In an orderly fashion, they filled the space.

"How many people are here? Three thousand? Five thousand?"

"There are still more outside..."

All the people's minds went blank.

Rushing in, the warriors immediately occupied the space...

Each of them looked solemn. They were ready for battle.

From the dense crowd emerged a middle-aged man, clad in armor, with a straight posture and medals on his shoulders.

With a thud, he knelt before Quentin, his expression filled with utmost respect!

"I'm Elliot Hunter, Stresall garrison commander, leading eight thousand soldiers to pay our respects."

Quentin waved his hand. "Stand up."

He didn't want to reveal his identity just yet, to avoid stirring up more trouble.

The hundred people present, including the supervisor, were all dumbfounded!

Their minds went blank all of a sudden...

Eight thousand soldiers!

Just with a wave of Quentin's hand, he could summon eight thousand armored troops!?

The commander was kneeling before him, showing great reverence. What was his true identity?

Elliot stood up eagerly and asked cautiously, "Mr. Holland, how should these people be dealt with?"

A glint of killing intent flashed in Quentin's eyes. "Leave none alive."

He left the place without looking back, holding Sylvia in his arms.

Eileen followed closely behind.

"Thud—"

"Thud—"

In that instant, over a hundred people, including the supervisor, were so frightened that they knelt right there on the spot...

"Have mercy..."

"We are Roberto's..."

The sound of gunfire rang out densely, and all voices abruptly fell silent.

The thick, pungent smell of blood instantly permeated the entire auction house...

"Clean up the scene!" Elliot ordered expressionlessly and indifferently.

Outside, Sylvia looked up at Quentin curiously. "Bro, are you really powerful now?"

"Yeah!" Quentin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "From now on, with me around, no one can bully you."

"Unfortunately..." Sylvia's eyes dimmed. "Mom and dad will never see the day you return in glory."

"The top four richest families kill our parents. I will make them for the blood debts."

"The top four richest families are flourishing and powerful in Stresall." Sylvia looked worried.

She was worried that her brother wouldn't be able to contend with them and would be killed by them. After all, her brother was her only family member left...

"Quentin, should we leave this place? I'm worried..."

"Don't worry, in my eyes, they are nothing." Quentin's eyes were full of killing intent. "I will make them pay... a hundredfold!"

Sylvia could only nod as she watched Quentin, brimming with domineering aura.

Sylvia suddenly said, "By the way, you should go and check on my sister-in-law, I wonder if she's in trouble."

"Your sister-in-law?" Quentin's eyes were filled with ruthless killing intent. "Alisha, that despicable woman, doesn't deserve to be called your sister-in-law. I will settle the score with her..."

Sylvia hurriedly spoke, "I'm not talking about Alisha, I mean Charlotte Pittman."

Quentin's heart trembled.

Charlotte Pittman, the woman he had accidentally slept with five years ago...

"And, Quentin, there's something you never knew." Sylvia said slowly, "She gave birth to twins for you..."

At that moment, Quentin got excited!

Twins...

He had become a father?