Chapter 20: A Blood-Spattering Sword

"Are you being impolite to me?"

Hearing the stern words from the three youths, Wyatt Barnes laughed, a laugh that was pure and dazzling.

"What are you laughing at?"

One of the boys, with a gloomy expression, demanded to know.

"I understand your desire to impress Miss Holland in front of me... I just find it funny. Where does your confidence come from, that you think you can be rude to me? If I'm not mistaken, the three of you are from the Garcia Clan, right?"

The smile on Wyatt Barnes' face shone even brighter, his discerning eyes appeared as if he could see right through the three of them.

In Wyatt's past memories, he vaguely remembered one of the youths. The boy seemed to be one of the bootlickers around Jackie Garcia, the young master of the Garcia Clan.

"Correct, we are from the Garcia Clan. Now that members from both the Holland Family and Garcia Clan are present, what can a kid like you possibly do?"

"Exactly, do you think a kid like you can trouble both the Garcia Clan and Holland Family?"

"You better kneel down and apologize to Miss Holland immediately, we might just spare your life!"

The three youngsters from the Garcia Clan threatened Wyatt Barnes word by word as if they had completely forgotten that they too were merely kids, not much older than Wyatt himself.

"I believe Miss Holland can represent the Holland Family..."

Wyatt nodded solemnly, making Bria Holland, who was standing nearby, slightly proud.

However, Wyatt's following words made her face turn completely black!

"But as for you three, whose knees go weak at the sight of a woman, do you really think you can represent the Garcia Clan? I must say, it's the biggest joke I've heard in my entire life! If I don't care about Miss Holland, what makes you think I will care about you?"

Wyatt Barnes finished, his face full of disdain.

His eyes twinkled with a provocative hint of amusement, as if he was doing this on purpose.

"You're asking for death!"

Upon being humiliated by Wyatt in front of Bria Holland, the three boys from the Garcia Clan were instantly consumed by rage.

"Oh, are you thinking of starting a fight?"

Wyatt laughed.

"I know Scent Sinking Restaurant has a strong backing, but, if these three attack me first today, could you please be a witness for me?"

He then turned towards a young servant standing not far away.

The young servant looked deeply at Wyatt. In him, the youth saw a wisdom and self-confidence that even adults may lack. It seemed like he had everything under control.

"Even if we attack you first, so what? Attack!"

One of the boys from the Garcia Clan yelled, and all three simultaneously lunged at Wyatt. Their assault was fierce, and they aimed for his vital parts…

"Young Master!"

Keer cried out, ready to draw her sword.

But just as she reached out for the short sword on the table, she found that Wyatt had already drawn it first.

She saw a flash of the purple sword light, then it disappeared. Immediately after, it returned to its sheath with a resonant sound.

The next moment.

Accompanied by three heartrending screams, six lines of blood spurted out.

Blood gushed wildly from the wrists of the three boys, which they couldn't stop…

"I'm giving you three breaths of time, disappear before me immediately, or else, die!"

Wyatt's indifferent voice drowned out the boys' wailing.

Upon hearing Wyatt's words, the boys' faces turned completely pale.

Ignoring their bleeding hands that had lost feeling, they hurriedly rushed down from the second floor of the Scent Sinking Restaurant.

They disappeared from Wyatt's sight in just two breaths.

When faced with the threat of death, people can always muster extraordinary potential.

The young servant's eyes hardened, unable to recover from the shock of the scene just now.

From his perspective, Wyatt's sword strike had been too fast, so quick that even he, a martial artist of the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm, could not see it clearly.

Bria Holland's face turned pale, her gaze filled with horror as she looked at Wyatt.

The maid standing behind Bria was even more flustered. She screamed, shivering with fear. She didn't dare to look at Wyatt again.

To her, the boy who had smiled at her moments ago now seemed to be the very embodiment of the God of Death.

The girl sitting opposite Wyatt, Keer, didn't look good either, her face a bit pale.

"What, Miss Holland, do you want me to escort you out personally?"

Wyatt glanced at the stunned Bria Holland and chuckled.

"Who are you really?"

Bria took a deep breath.

"Miss Holland, your reluctance to leave me, you wouldn't have fallen for me, would you? But I don't like women who are demanding and capricious like a lady, so Miss Holland, you might not want to waste your energy."

Wyatt joked with a smile.

Bria, not expecting Wyatt to be so shameless, flushed red and spat out in anger.

Her inner fear was slightly alleviated due to Wyatt's words.

"Emerald, now that those three are gone, a table has just become available, let's go over there."

Then, escorting her shivering maid, she walked towards the table by the window.

The pastries left behind by the three Garcia Clan youngsters were still steaming hot.

"You clean up here, then go serve Miss Holland."

Wyatt nodded at the young servant with a faint smile.

That Bria Holland, unlike the usual arrogant and unreasonable women, was at least courageous enough to stay even at this time.

"Yes."

The young servant responded respectfully, then after cleaning up the bloodstains, went to serve Miss Holland from the Holland Family.

"Keer, were you scared just now?"

Wyatt looked at the girl sitting across the table, his face gentle.

His demeanor now, compared to just a moment ago, seemed like they were two different people.

"No."

The girl lightly shook her head.

But her slightly pale pretty face undoubtedly proved that she had been quite startled just now.

Soon, Wyatt's table was served with pastries and soy milk.

Wyatt Barnes was behaving as if nothing had happened, stuffing his mouth with treats and gulping down soy milk.

As for the girl, she seemed to have lost her appetite, only managing to eat a little.

"Keer, usually you eat much more, come on, finish it."

Wyatt encouraged.

"Young Master, I..."

The girl's complexion was slightly pale as if she was still recalling the bloody scene.

"Keer, sooner or later I'll have to leave Clear Wind Town. If you really intend to leave with me, you must be mentally prepared for more bloodshed. Understand? Of course, if you don't plan to leave with me, just forget what I said."

Wyatt sighed deliberately and spoke slowly.

"Young Master, Keer understands... Don't...don't abandon me."

The girl hurriedly picked up a treat and continued to eat it. Her pitiful appearance was simply heartbreaking.

Seeing Keer like this, Wyatt couldn't help but feel moved.

However, he knew that he had to be firm, as only in this way could he train Keer and rid her of her inner weakness as soon as possible.

"Hey! You there, aren't you going to leave? Aren't you afraid the Garcias will come after you?"

The voice of Bria Holland came from afar into Wyatt's ears.

"That's none of your concern, Miss Holland. But perhaps you're just hoping that the Garcias will come after me?"

Wyatt replied lightly.

"I'm so angry, so angry!"

Bria teen, who was venting her anger at Wyatt's words, gritted her teeth, vowing in her heart:

I'll know who you are sooner or later. I will not let you off, absolutely not!

"This Bria is a real jinx."

After eating and drinking his fill, Wyatt took a glance outside the window and found that the trio from the Garcia Clan who had left earlier had returned.

They had their hands bandaged up and were coming over with a man in his twenties. They seemed rather aggressive.

Soon, the four of them entered the Scent Sinking Restaurant.

Bria, who was not far away, also saw this scene. A smile appeared in her eyes. She glanced at Wyatt and had a thought:

You were a stubborn fool earlier. Now, even the deputy chief of the Garcia Pharmacy personally came. Let's see how you can smile now...

Huh!

If you kneel down before me and knock on your head three times, perhaps I'll consider helping you.

"Brother Pete, it's him!"

The three youths of Garcia Clan led the youth upstairs, pointing at Wyatt aggressively.

"Gentlemen, let's talk things over, let's talk things over."

The servants who followed attempted to mediate.

"Talk things over?"

The youth, who was the young manager 'Pete Garcia' of the Garcia Pharmacy, cast a cold eye over the servants.

"When our Garcia brothers were being maimed, where were you? Get lost!"

The young man's words changed Bria's expression.

Sever the tendons?

In an instant, a chilling sensation prickled in her heart, and she looked at Wyatt with more fear.

She thought that Wyatt had only shed the blood of the Garcia youths. She did not expect him to have severed their tendons.

If a tendon was severed, even if it healed in the future, they would never be as nimble as before.

To the martial artist, this was no different from being amputated.

"You, cut off your tendons!"

Pete Garcia stared at Wyatt with cold eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

In his view, a lad at the fourth level of the Body Tempering Realm, was indeed as good as a dead person in front of him.

"Tsk tsk… so after the underlings got beaten, the boss couldn't wait to jump out? All three of you are older than me, yet I managed to make you run away and bring reinforcements. Isn't that a matter of great pride and honor for you? You have truly done your Garcia Clan proud."

Wyatt laughed.

He completely ignored Pete Garcia and gave a contemptuous glance to the three Garcia youths.

"Shut up!"

Pete's eyes grew colder, he stepped forward, ready to strike ...

"Stop!"

Just then, a cold voice echoed.

A man in a green robe stepped in. Everybody in the room greeted him with respect, calling him "Manager Marston."

"Manager Marston."

Seeing the middle-aged man, Pete's face softened, and he became more respectful.

"Young Master Garcia, you should know the rules of the Scent Sinking Restaurant. If you have any issues, resolve them outside. This is not a place where you can act recklessly."

The middle-aged man said casually.

"Yes."

Pete took a deep breath.

"I'll be waiting for you at the front door of the Scent Sinking Restaurant. If you dare, never leave!"

Pete gave Wyatt a cold look and left the second floor of the Scent Sinking Restaurant.

"Don't worry, after Keer finishes her snacks, I'll leave."

Wyatt smiled lightly as if Pete's words meant nothing to him.

Instead, he turned to Keer with great interest.

"Keer, why aren't you eating? Come on, continue eating, don't waste."

Looking at the girl, Wyatt's face was filled with affection.

The middle-aged man gave Wyatt a deep look and left.

The guests and servants in the hall on the second floor looked at Wyatt with a hint of pity...

In their eyes, even though the young man was stronger than his contemporaries, he was still only about fifteen years old. On the other hand, Pete was a martial artist in his twenties, who had reached the sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm.

The young man stood no chance against Pete.