Winner Takes All

Whoosh!

A splatter of blood. Jack frowned tightly and his face was full of anger. The wound on his left arm was oozing blood. He was fortunate to have dodged at the nick of time otherwise even if that strike wasn't fatal, he may have lost his arm.

To George, taking a life was nothing.

"Tsk tsk... I was wondering how capable you were. You're nothing but trash." George turned slowly and stood by the door and blocked Jack's path and sneered.

"Hoof..." Jack took a deep breath and stared sternly at George.

Suddenly George lifted his leg and braced it against the door frame and laughed, "You have a choice, you can leave with your life if you crawl under my leg. But you must leave this woman here." "Then let's see who's left behind!" In the blink of an eye, Jack grabbed a chair and rushed towards George.

The two balled into a struggle in the dimly lit room with the occasional sound of the dagger striking the chair. After experiencing an actual battle, Jack became a different man. But he was still far from what George was capable of. Very soon, Jack was in a disadvantageous position.

Several times the dagger just brushed against his body. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes, and ability to dodge each strike, he might already be covered in blood from head to toe.

Slash!

Finally, the dagger sliced Jack's right arm.

He frowned in pain and quickly retreated. The cut was deep to his bone and fresh blood poured from it. George stopped and looked at Jack like he was a clown. He was very surprised at Jack's sudden change but it was simply a surprise. He didn't think that Jack had the ability to fight against him.

"A bastard will always be a bastard. Even if your fortunes changed, you are still a bastard."

George sneered and waved around his dagger and flicked the blood from it, "If you don't wish to leave, then I'll leave you here and end your hopes."

Jack started to turn pale but maintained his composure. At this moment, his heart was racing because he started to feel the possibility of death. There was too much of a difference between his skills and George's and that cannot be made up by any other external factors.

Furthermore, now George has indicated his willingness to kill him. Perhaps the next action by this madman would be to drive the dagger straight into his heart.

But when he thought about the unconscious Amber, Jack's brutal instinct took over and bit the tip of his tongue. He used the pain the quickly calm himself down. He picked up the chair next to him and readied himself for the next attack.

"Yes?"

George raised his eyebrows and was startled that Jack still had the fight in him under such circumstances.

The next second.

George slowly raised his dagger and thrust it in front of him, "One stab and you are dead!"

"Go ahead!"

Jack raged and raised the chair to rush towards George. From when he was young, he endured the label of a bastard as he continually advanced, never to retreat. Now that this involved Amber, there was no way that he would retreat.

Woosh!

The ear-piercing rush of the dagger can be heard. Jack's pupil constricted and was unable to dodge.

Thump! The dagger pierced into his chest.

George's snigger turned into terror.

Bash!

The chair smashed onto George's body and shattered with a bash. George's body staggered and looked at Jack in terror as he was overwhelmed with dizziness.

"You..."

Jack grabbed the dagger with one hand and the other hand grabbed George's collar and grimaced, "Do you think I'll back down if I don't even fear death?"

Although it was just a chilling laughter, George felt that the surrounding temperature took a drastic dive. He couldn't help but tremble as his heart raced.

At this point, he looked at the grimacing Jack and George felt a strong sense of terror and his hair stood on ends. George dared to kill Jack but he never expected Jack to be willing to take a stab just to strike him. This was a life for a life!

"Die! Just die!" George suddenly raged and his right hand started to twist the dagger ruthlessly.

Squish...

Sounds that cause the skin to crawl can be heard from Jack's chest. It was the sound of the dagger tearing into skin and flesh.

But Jack did not ease his grip. He didn't let go even as his left hand was cut and bleeding profusely. He glared furiously at George. He could feel the blood pouring from his chest and he raised his right hand to ruthlessly press the dagger onto his chest. Only then can he drag out the time and save Amber.

"Insane, you are a madman! Die, die now!" George's face was pale and his eyes glared wildly.

Jack's reactions really terrified him. He wanted to pull out the dagger from Jack's chest but Jack's hands were holding it in. Was this madman... really unafraid of death? A bastard shouldn't behave this way! "Master!" Just at this moment, a voice thundered.

Jack suddenly relaxed and felt a sense of relief and laughed, "Brent... are you here?"

He fought with no regard for his life was not to defeat George. During the exchange, he knew that if he were to outrightly fight, there was no way he could win against George. So, pressing the dagger into his chest and prolonging the encounter was his best choice.

Because he had already informed Brent before he came to Tyson hotel. He would be saved when Brent arrived. Almost at the same moment, Brent's towering body rushed through the door.

Bang! Brent glared furiously at George and ruthlessly smashed the back of George with his right hand.

"Argh!" George yelled in pain and flew past Jack and landed heavily onto the ground.

"Master..." Brent hurriedly attended to Jack and saw that his chest was covered in blood and became increasingly furious. He was sent by Old Master to protect master Jack. To think that George had caused so many injuries to master!

"George, you're tired of living!" Brent ground his teeth and was about to advance.

George berated, "Brent! You piece of shit, have you forgotten which family brought you up? You'll die if you touch me!"

Brent looked around the room. The room was filled with the stench of blood and was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Suddenly, a weak and ruthless voice said, "It shouldn't matter if we break his leg."

Brent looked stunned at Jack.

Jack smiled weakly. He knew that Brent was part of the clan and George was someone who was groomed by the clan. If he wanted Brent to kill George, Brent will lose his life even if he dared to carry it out. Bu if it was to break his leg...

"Understood!"

Brent laughed and placed Jack down. He then rushed swiftly towards George.

The next second.

"Argh..."

George's squeals, like a pig being slaughtered, reverberated across the entire Tyson Hotel.000