CHAPTER 339: CHAPTER 339: THE TRUE MASTER ARRIVES

Isaac Ross’s voice quickly came through—

"I was just about to tell you, I just got the terrain map and was about to head over there, planning to plant a couple of landmines first," Isaac Ross said, then complained, "Aurelia is such a damn place, setting up landmines is like opening a bag of chips, and getting a terrain map was a half-day’s effort for me."

Damian Knight grunted in response, watching a few cars parked next to the hillside villa drive towards the fork in the road.

Five kilometers was covered in the blink of an eye, and Isaac Ross’s car quickly got there.

In no time, the landmines were planted.

The car drove off, and their men scattered around, lying in ambush nearby.

The whole process took less than ten minutes.

Each time, the opponent was in the dark, and he was in the light, leaving him no way to counter-attack. This time, the roles finally reversed, and those lurking in the dark were them.

Damian Knight silently clenched his fist.

Summer Monroe’s debt, along with his previous grievances, would be settled this time.

Blowing them up directly would be too cheap for the opponent, but if not dealt with decisively, he feared endless trouble.

Beside him, Ryder Quinn also started getting tense and couldn’t help but ask, "What if that guy doesn’t come himself and just sends some underlings? Wouldn’t we be wasting our effort?"

Damian Knight looked at the fork in the road from a distance and said firmly, "He will come."

Going to such lengths to dig into his foundations, wasn’t that just to lure him out?

Though he still didn’t know the opponent’s identity, and why the man always attacked with such ferocity, since the opponent had such a strong intent to kill him, and now there was such a good opportunity, how could he not come to claim the body himself?

It was a premonition, and he felt it was very accurate.

When Summer Monroe previously talked about sixth sense, he didn’t quite believe it in his heart, but now he truly had such a premonition.

Ryder Quinn shrugged, "Hopefully it’s like that. That guy has been sneaky time after time; just blowing him up would be too merciful! When that guy is dead, I definitely have to whip his corpse to vent my anger!"

Damian Knight didn’t say anything, his gaze again fixed on the distance.

A few minutes later, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he spoke, "Here they come!"

Ryder Quinn quickly craned his neck to look over, only to see dozens of black cars speeding towards them.

Ryder Quinn immediately exclaimed, "Damn, coming out in the open with so many people is a bit bold! But looking at this formation, it seems the real deal is here!"

"That’s not bold," Damian Knight shook his head slightly. "He thinks I’m doomed and came to collect my body."

Ryder Quinn snorted coldly, "Alright then! Let’s see who collects whose body! I’ll make sure to feed his remains to the dogs!"

Ryder Quinn was agitated, and it wasn’t surprising; previously, when the opponent was in the dark, not only did they target Damian Knight, but they also indiscriminately attacked people from their four major families.

Among the four, including Julian Kingston, they all held a deep grudge against the opponent.

Damian Knight took a deep breath, and those familiar with him knew it was a sign of his blood boiling.

Success or failure hinges on this!

The dozens of cars were only a few hundred meters away from where they had planted the landmines.

...

Inside the last black car.

A man in crisp white clothing, with a handgun fitted at the belt, wore a murderous look.

Jero, sitting in the passenger seat, had never seen the man with such an expression, and he felt the car’s temperature drop sharply.

Fortunately... the villa was finally in sight!

Jero pointed to the hillside villa not far away and said, "That’s it! Duke, should we find a place to park and sneak over?"

The man shook his head, "Go straight through!"