Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 921 - 527: King’s Fist Monument_2

Chapter 921: Chapter 527: King’s Fist Monument_2

“Just return it to them quickly, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!”

“I came here to discuss a business matter with you, how could I encounter such an unprovoked disaster, Mr. Johnson, I am your business partner, you can’t just watch me get into trouble, can you?”

One by one, out of concern for their own lives, they were morally blackmailing Father Johnson.

Not to mention Father Johnson couldn’t withstand so much pressure, he himself was afraid of such powerful forces.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a flicker of fear passed quickly through his eyes, but he suppressed it.

Because in that fleeting moment, he suddenly came up with a good idea.

“You’re called Logan, right? Fine, I won’t beat around the bush. Little White is indeed in our hands, but if you keep fighting us now, if you really cause trouble for the Johnson Mansion, we can’t guarantee that we’ll treat your Little White well, why don’t you give it a try?”

“You!”

Logan was already lit with towering rage; this damned Mr. Johnson’s words were clearly a threat using the little fox.

“You dare, if you dare to touch a single hair on the little fox, I’ll make you understand what it means to be worse than dead, what it means to die with one’s eyes wide open.”

At this moment, Father Johnson’s heart skipped a beat, but the arrow was already on the string and had to be shot.

In this situation, he really had no other reasons, he could only grit his teeth and continue.

“If you want that little fox to be okay, you’d better stop right now!”

Father Johnson was now forcibly using this condition to threaten him.

“To threaten me with what I cherish most, you’ve got a lot of nerve. You’d better not give me a chance to retaliate, otherwise, I’ll turn the entire Johnson Mansion into hell!”

As he spoke, a more intense oppressive force burst forth from him.

Some of much lower levels were already lying on the ground.

Not to mention Father Johnson’s few friends, all wailing on the ground.

“It’s all your fault, Mr. Johnson, that I’m suffering this unprovoked disaster, I hate you so much!”

Father Johnson didn’t have time to care about their hatred, as he was himself in hot water, barely resisting the urge to spew blood from his throat.

If he hadn’t wanted to avoid showing weakness in front of so many people, he would probably have spat it out by now.

Such an oppressive atmosphere lasted only a moment; Logan quickly took it back.

He couldn’t really cause a death; if a death happened, there would be no bargaining chip. He was just giving them a warning.

At this time, Little Flower also sensed its owner’s emotions and instantly grew in size.

All of its roots directly penetrated into the foundation of the Johnson family, cracking the floor tiles.

Seeing this scene, many faces showed horror.

“What is this, a monster, it’s simply a monster, don’t come any closer, ah, don’t kill me!”

“Ah, it’s too terrifying, too terrifying, don’t come near me!”

“I don’t want to stay here, I want to leave, Mr. Johnson, you’d better think of something quick. If you’re going to die, die alone, don’t drag us down with you!”

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Father Johnson couldn’t say anything, nor could he possibly let these people leave.

A joke, if he really let them go, leaving him to bear the consequences alone.

The kid would probably be even more unscrupulous and just flatten the entire Johnson Mansion. With so many people here, maybe they could provide a cushion when things got critical.

Despite Father Johnson’s righteous exterior, his mind was filled with cunning thoughts.

No matter how the others wailed around him, he still managed to maintain a semblance of calm.

And at this time, Demonic Qi also extended from Little Flower’s roots.

No one was unafraid of Demonic Qi, especially for Cultivators.

“Demonic Qi, how can this be, are you a member of the Demon Race?”

The infamy of the Demon Race was known to all, they were truly bloodthirsty monsters that killed without batting an eye.

When they heard it was the Demon Race, disgust mingled with greater fear among the crowd.

Even Father Johnson’s composed face showed signs of crumbling.

This kid is actually from the Demon Race?

If one provoked them, it was very possible that a whole group would be attracted, and how could a member of the Demon Race contract Spirit Beasts with Spiritual Energy?

Father Johnson felt himself getting confused, lost in the fog, and at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel anger towards the culprit of all this, his own son, for not having complete information!

Damn it, once it’s safe, he’d make sure to teach him a lesson.

“Hand over Little White, and I might not kill you all, just hand over the little fox obediently. I’m telling you now, my patience is limited, if you don’t hand it over, don’t force me to start a massacre!”

Having spoken, an array had already enveloped the entire Johnson Mansion.

Without any mishap, the whole mansion was under his control.

As long as he was not pleased, who could say that he couldn’t wipe out the entire Johnson Mansion immediately.

At that moment, Father Johnson’s heart was in utter turmoil; all he had was an empty promise. Apart from verbal threats, he stood no chance against Logan.

If Logan truly went mad…

Father Johnson involuntarily shivered; they would definitely be no match for him.

What to do, what should be done now…

While Father Johnson was at a loss, the little fox that had been imprisoned in a special room slowly woke up.

The little fox possessed exceptional talent; ordinary drugs couldn’t easily bewitch it.

Upon waking, faced with the unfamiliar surroundings, it felt bewildered for a moment.

At the same time, through a telepathic bond, it sensed its owner nearby.

“Owner.”

It sensed its owner’s murderous intent and couldn’t help calling out.

Hearing Little White’s call, Logan’s surrounding aura of murder suddenly weakened.

“Little White, is it you? Where are you? Dwayne Johnson took you away, and I’m now at the Johnsons’. I’m going to take you home!”

The little fox observed its surroundings and quickly provided the location.

“I’m in a very dark room. I can feel that I’m very close to you, probably about a hundred meters away to your right.”

Having learned the exact distance, Logan heaved a great sigh of relief.

At the same time, knowing Little White’s position, he had its safety in his control.

Logan didn’t consider these people worth his attention, especially those from the Johnson Mansion.

“Alright, it’s time. Now you can all go to die!”

He spoke, eyes flashing with a chilly light, and said indifferently. Meanwhile, he also communicated through the telepathic bond to Little White.

“Don’t worry, I’ll kill all those who took you away and bring you back home right now.”

Sensing his owner’s profound killing intent, it knew he was not bluffing.

The little fox grew anxious for a moment and without a second thought, immediately tried to stop him.

“No, don’t!”

Hearing this plea, Logan halted his actions. Tilting his head slightly, a trace of confusion flitted across his gaze.

“Why, Little White, don’t you want me to strike against these people? Don’t forget, if it weren’t for the Johnsons, you wouldn’t be imprisoned here, nor would you have been drugged and taken away while they had the chance!”

“I know, Owner, but right now I’m not in any trouble, am I? I don’t want you to go on a killing spree because of me, I don’t want your hands to be stained with a massacre, Owner, please think it over carefully.”

As it urged him to think it over, every word was meant to persuade him.

After much hesitation, Logan finally yielded to Little White’s wishes and withdrew his actions.

“Alright, since you don’t want me to be bloodstained, I’ll honor your wish. Little White, come out now. We can leave!”

“Alright.”

With the response, Little White also emerged from another room. The array there couldn’t restrain it at all; it was utterly crushed.

Little White turned into a streak of light, directly rushing into Logan’s arms.

“Owner.”

She looked up at him with dependence, her beastly face filled with complexity.

Logan examined her closely to ensure she was unharmed, and exhaled with relief.

“It’s good that you’re alright.”

At that point, the little fox transformed into a human shape, appearing unhurt.

“These people wanted to tame me; they wouldn’t have harmed me.”

Logan glanced at Father Johnson on the ground, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

People as disgusting as him should be properly disciplined.

However, since Little White had already advised him, he was concerned that opening the gates of massacre would make Little White unhappy. So, looking at Father Johnson, who was kneeling and begging for mercy, Logan eventually swallowed the indignation in his heart and decided to leave just like that.

“Let’s go, Little White. There’s nothing else; we can leave now.”