Henry shouted in horror with shock written all over his face.

Stanley was a top expert who used to work for the Brookes in LA, making him among the most elite experts in LA.

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With his protection, the Brookes had managed to defeat numerous enemies within just a few short years and became a top family in LA that no one dared to belittle.

Stanley could be considered an important figure who played the most critical role and deserved the greatest credit.

The senior members of the Kingstons once thought of poaching the top expert Stanley to work for them. But regardless of the generous conditions they offered, Stanley never agreed.

This was also how Henry had learned of Stanley's existence.

But the two of them shouldn't have crossed paths before.

"Stanley Ray, I don't seem to have offended you. Why did you suddenly show up here?" Henry asked in displeasure with a frown.

He really couldn't figure out why Stanley suddenly came for him with a dagger.

Although Henry had not personally experienced Stanley's terrifying strength, he had often heard about it and naturally didn't want to go toe-to-toe against him, lest the altercation went beyond redemption.

Stanley sneered. "You haven't offended me prior to tonight, but you should remember that you sent more than ten underlings out to carry out a task tonight, right?"

"The subordinates I sent?" Henry was stunned for a moment before continuing with a look of bewilderment, "I didn't send them to attack you but…"

But halfway through his sentence, he immediately realized what was going on. "It turns out you were sent by Lucas Gray!"

Henry's eyes were soon full of anger. "How are my subordinates now?!"

Stanley sneered. "What do you think could have happened? Naturally, I killed all of them."

He said this so casually that even his expression didn't change.

But Henry was about to lose his temper!

Although not all the experts under him were his apprentices, he had put in a lot of effort to train them. Just now, he was still waiting for good news from them because he thought that they would bring Lucas back. But they had all been killed by Stanley!

"Bastard, how dare you kill my subordinates?!" Henry hollered furiously with bloodshot eyes, seemingly wanting to devour Stanley.

But Stanley stood still and said indifferently, "Anyone who dares to attack Mr. Gray is my enemy and naturally has to die!"

He looked up and glared at Henry with a sharp gaze. "The same goes for you!"

"You're just boasting!"

Stanley's nonchalant attitude and lack of fear toward Henry had completely provoked him.

Henry roared furiously and charged at Stanley.

Although Stanley was an esteemed top expert, Henry wasn't much inferior to him. In fact, Henry was confident that he might not necessarily be weaker than Stanley! What right does Stanley Ray have to belittle me?!

With a bloodthirsty and hostile gaze in his eyes, Stanley snorted coldly.

As the once most menacing killer of the Brookes, Stanley had killed countless experts over the years. And until he met Jordan, he had never lost before!

Even though Henry was an expert working for the Kingstons, he was still worlds apart from the elites of the Falcon Regiment such as Stanley!

The sharp dagger in Stanley's hand glistened as he swung in an arc and charged forward to attack Henry!

The distance between them was three meters apart, but they collided almost instantly before crossing each other again!

The instant their figures met, an extremely subtle sound filled the air.

It seemed to be the sound of flesh being cut open or like the sound of air passing through the opening of a punctured balloon.

After passing each other, Stanley soon came to a halt and stood still on the spot like a sharp sword, just like before.

On the other hand, Henry failed to regain his balance and stumbled forward several meters due to the strong inertia. He then staggered and fell to the ground as if he was in a drunken stupor.

And after collapsing, he never got up again.

His eyes were still wide open, but they soon lost their glow as bright red blood quickly flowed out, forming a large pool of blood under his neck, seeping into the carpet. His entire body was now soaked in the blood that was gradually cooling down.

The last droplet of blood slowly trickled down the dagger in Stanley's hand.

It was dead silent.

There was nothing but silence!

The Wallaces were all standing dumbfounded outside the villa, looking at the jaw-dropping scene in front of them in disbelief.

Henry Salve, the powerful expert who worked for the Kingstons, died just like that!

What killed him was a fatal dagger slash by the lanky middle-aged man in front of them!

Moreover, all it took was a single move to kill Henry as soon as their bodies touched!

How was this possible?!

No one could believe it!

If he could kill Henry with a single move, how powerful and terrifying must his abilities be?

No one dared to imagine it because the mere thought of it was so frightening that it made them feel as though their hearts were about to fall out of their chests.

Stanley turned the dagger in his hand and shook off the last bit of blood remaining on it. Then he turned around to look at the Wallaces, who were dumbstruck and rooted to the ground at the entrance of the villa.

"Those who dare to provoke him will suffer a miserable fate!" After saying this coldly, he walked toward the entrance.

But when he was a few meters away from the entrance, Pierre snapped back to his senses as though he had just woken up from a dream and yelled, "Gunmen, get ready!"

With his order, the dozen or so gunmen who had just hurriedly assembled immediately raised their pistols and aimed them at Stanley's head.

Stanley stopped in his tracks and turned around to glare at Pierre hostilely. "This isn't the first time in my life that I've been held at gunpoint by so many gunmen, yet I'm still alive and kicking today. Do you have any idea why?"

Pierre's face twitched violently.

Stanley said, "Because those who've had the guts to threaten me with a gun were all killed by me!"

As Stanley said this, Pierre instantly felt engulfed by an incredibly terrifying aura. It was as if there was a sharp dagger being pointed right at him. His pores tightened, and his hair stood on end! This man is horrifying!

Although Stanley was standing several meters away from Pierre, the murderous aura he was exuding seemed to be right in front of Pierre, instantly making him find it almost impossible to breathe!