Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 687: Turbulent Winds and Rising Clouds…
As the battle continued, one vibrant life after another fell.
That bright, glaring blood at the entrance of Whitehill’s royal tomb blossomed into one blood-drenched, dazzling flower of death after another...
Amidst the chaotic clash between the Whitehill guards and the marauders, Simon and his soldiers led all the royal palace ministers of Whitehill, orderly escaping the encirclement of Troy Cowell’s marauders.
Bella Sutton watched this scene, enraged yet helpless.
However, the only consolation was that the guards of Whitehill were steadily decreasing, on the verge of being entirely slaughtered by the men in black!
Overjoyed, Bella Sutton looked at the young man standing there against the wind and coldly spoke, "Kuhn, you still have time to surrender. If you willingly offer up Whitehill’s treasure, perhaps I might spare your life!"
"Ha!" Kuhn sneered, his cold eyes fixing on Bella Sutton, speaking with the decisiveness of a king, "Bella Sutton, invading Whitehill, coveting Whitehill’s treasure, killing Whitehill’s king—any one of these crimes is enough for you to die a thousand times over. Do you think I would spare you?"
Bella Sutton scoffed, "Just you!"
Watching the Whitehill guards fall one by one, she continued with pride, "Once all your people are dead, won’t you be caught with your hands tied, forced to obey my commands!"
As soon as Bella Sutton’s words fell, Mark’s voice suddenly rang out, "Everyone listen, support the Whitehill guards, arrest these Black Hand Gang members!"
"Yes!" The international police led by Mark took command, quickly engaging in combat with Troy Cowell’s marauders.
Mark stood tall, his gaze cold and murderous, looking at Bella Sutton, "Bella Sutton, it’s you! Where is Melody? Where did you take her?"
"Melody? Haha!" Bella Sutton sneered sarcastically, "Kaleb, why do you call that despicable woman that? Love her? Or have you..."
"Shut up!" Mark reprimanded coldly, "Bella Sutton, don’t contaminate others with your filthy thoughts..."
"I’m filthy?" Bella snorted, interrupting Mark, her cold eyes looking at him, suddenly bursting into laughter, "Haha... what a joke! I, who remain unsullied to this day, am far cleaner than that woman who sells herself to anyone!"
Without waiting for Mark’s response, Bella continued with a murderous expression, "Kaleb, since you’re here to die, I’ll grant your wish. It will be good for you to accompany Irene down below, lest she be lonely!"
After speaking, Bella looked at Troy Cowell and coldly ordered, "Kill him for me!"
"Yes!" Troy Cowell responded obediently, looking at Bella Sutton and respectfully speaking, "Princess Nine, you take the others inside to get the treasure; leave these people to me!"
Bella Sutton’s eyes, filled with killing intent, turned towards Kuhn standing there in his pristine white attire.
Kuhn’s skills were already extremely elusive; defeating him wasn’t an easy task. Now, with the addition of Mark and the international police, capturing Kuhn became even more difficult.
Instead of wasting time here, she decided it’d be better to lead her people into the royal tomb.
She couldn’t believe that with the royal tomb right in front of her, accompanied by so many people, she wouldn’t be able to obtain the treasures left behind by the ancients.
Having thought this through, Bella Sutton decided to immediately lead her people into the royal tomb.
Her cold and murderous eyes looked at Kuhn with vengeance as she sternly instructed, "And that young man, I want him dead!"
Troy responded, "Yes!"
Only then was Bella satisfied. Looking at the dozens of men in black who had been protecting her, she coldly commanded, "Follow me into the royal tomb!"
"Yes!" Dozens of men in black took the order, following behind Bella Sutton as they entered what appeared to be just an ordinary cave...
By this time, the half-hour Kuhn had given Simon had also passed.
Looking at those marauders slaughtering wantonly, watching Whitehill’s guards fall one by one, the murderous intent in Kuhn’s eyes grew even more intense.
His emotions at this moment were nearing the brink of collapse.
Before Whitehill’s royal tomb, the Whitehill guards, international police, and the marauders of the Black Hand Gang continued to fight desperately.
They were solely focused on ending the other’s life, not noticing that in the sky above them, increasingly dense dark clouds were gathering.
It seemed as if these clouds were manipulated by a giant hand, gathering incredibly fast, and in no time turning the sky pitch-black, blocking all light.
The sudden darkness caused everyone to halt their actions.
Oppressed by this darkness, they were suffocating, and just as they were about to curse aloud, a violent wind surged up.
Those who were engaged in fierce fighting moments ago, now struggled to even stand against the sudden strong wind.
Those marauders who moments before didn’t care for their lives, pillaging and slaughtering recklessly for the treasure, each of them showed changed expressions under the oppressive, stormy sky and turbulent wind.
"Damn, what’s happening? Why is this sky so bizarre?"
"I’ve long heard Whitehill is mysterious and strange; could there really be something unclean here?"
"With it this eerie, should we still bother going for that treasure?"
"Treasure my foot! Being alive is already a blessing, it’s so freakishly strange here; I think we should retreat for now!"
As the Black Hand Gang members were discussing amidst themselves, the dark, lowering sky was suddenly torn open by a blinding bolt of lightning.
Followed closely by the rumbling roar of thunder, a torrential downpour began to pour down from the black heavens.
Yet, this was merely the beginning.
Amidst the lightning, thunder, and pouring rain, the wind that was already howling, making it difficult to stand, blew even more fiercely.
Moreover, within this wind, there appeared a tornado.
The pitch-black tornado, swirling with black vortexes, howled with the tune of demonic spirits, stirring this hellish dark world, uprooting trees wherever it passed.
Those in this hellish realm all had stark changes in expression.
They no longer cared about much else, only wanting to flee hastily from this terrifying world that could claim their lives at any moment.
But they couldn’t escape.
The fierce wind lashed at them, the raindrops pelted down like beans, splashing over them; they scattered and fled, but no matter how they ran, they couldn’t escape this ink-black, dramatically shifting world.
